Moving Musings

Okay. So I realized two things tonight. 1. It has been a full three weeks since we moved into the new digs outside Chicago and 2. If I continue to wait to download photos and have a ton of time to blog, it will never happen again. Tan is asleep, Phebers and Ahnka are playing corn hole with Jeff and my parents (because I had to feed Tan). Oh, wait, no they aren't. Knee emergency, now Ahnka is on my lap with ice and Phebers is making a puppet.

So super quick recap...
Moving went smoothly, nothing broken, nice mover men types.
House: good. Settling in and I have most rooms unpacked (not the storage and not the garage). We still only have paper taped up over the windows but that should change this week. Like the split level life so far. Miss our swingset. Miss the Croms. Nice enough neighbors here though. Friendly. Got a new fridge--Roger (the flipper who sold to us) lied about the other one working. Hard to work when the door won't stay closed. Little things all over the house that we say, "Roger" much like Seinfeld and Newman. Strange stuff--our remote doorbell picks up someone else's doorbell or something. So at random times of the day our doorbell rings a different tone than what our button pushes. No one at the door. Other strange noises that come and go too. HMMM...

Tan: Decided to learn to sit up and cut two bottom teeth the week of the move! It was a tough, but exciting week for him. He is changing so much now that he has us in plain sight. He is starting to mimic clapping, shaking his head, and sounds. Super cute. Super fun. But he bites, drools, and chews on anything he can reach.

Ahnka: The smoothest transition for anyone in some ways. She misses her friends a lot. But loves getting to see Grandma and Papa so much. She is just up to her usual antics and keeps us laughing constantly. She has discovered the fun of boxes and scotch tape and has become quite the artiste.

Phebers: Started kindergarten this week. I think she loves it. She seems happy and wants to go, but refuses to tell me anything that is happening. We were all so excited for her. We all went to drop her off...and no tears from anyone! She has made friends with a couple girls on the street (sisters that are 10 and 4--who ring the doorbell, our real chimes, at least three times a day) who love princesses and barbies. And she is also enjoying trips to "the middle of the world" as she called it this weekend (grandma and papa's house).

Jeff: Started new work and likes the people he is working with so far. Seems to be quite a bit of drama that is more personal than work related at this facility, so he has been relaying stories a lot. His witch boss is trying to get rehired here and has been trying to kiss up and make nice so he won't spill the beans about how much he hates her. That has not made him happy. He started another class. This one and then one more! Watching lots of baseball.

Me: Trying to cope and keep up!! The kids never switched off eastern time, which worked out well for school. Especially since there are no buses, so all of us have to be up, dressed, and in the van for Phebers by 8:10. So I am up at 6, have been going jogging (hallelujah!--feels good to exercise), kids up at 6:30, Jeff up at 7, get them ALL ready. Normal day stuff and unpacking. Normal night stuff and kids in bed by 8 ish. And I'm usually right there with them. Exhausted. Hence, no blog, no scrapping, no reading--yet.
I am attempting to fight with doctors here about my thyroid meds and my kidney stones. One bit the dust yesterday, we'll see how the next one does, because I am moving on. I have decided to take things into my own hands and have been doing some serious research. I am getting copies of all labs and tests and then if they refuse to be polite and actually answer questions I will be out of there. Had it.
Oh yeah...Indiana wasn't kidding. They seriously put a hold on my name in the National registry and consider me a national security threat and as someone who uses aliases. Which in a way is correct I guess. They refused to use my maiden name last name on my license as it appears on my SS card. So I am only Nicole Nelson in IN. Who the heck is that? So now I am in a fight with them too. They don't like me at the IN BMV. Oh well. They are also incompetent and lost the fax with copies of my SS card, passport, and other copies of stuff with my name and new address. So I got mad and yelled at them and called a couple times. Maybe the old me who wouldn't take any crap is coming back. The mama bear me. No more doormat.
Tan's awake. I am in demand. Pics soon!