Goodbye Buffalo!

Yesterday our realtor stopped by and made it official. For me it was a very exciting moment. How come so many frowns?

Maybe because they all have to say goodbye to their bff's. Camille and Sarah had a tearful goodbye. Her Dad actually had to pull Sarah off of Camille so we could leave. Caroline doesn't have any of the other kindergarterner's phone numbers . . so she jumped in with Sarah and Camille.

This is Savannah and her best friend Tracy. They will have no problem keeping in touch because they already have the constant skyping habit down.

Kennon said goodbye Wednesday to her young women girls and leaders.  Kennon will definitely miss the leaders (Sister Reyhies and Sister Evans) the most. They were awesome! She had a great start to beehives and got tons of attention thanks to being the only one in her age group. I totally changed my mind about smaller young women groups. They aren't so bad after all because she spends more time with leaders that really are the best examples anyway.

We are real busy packing, cleaning, and selling stuff on Craigslist right now to get ready for our move on Saturday. We are loading all of our belongings in a Pod and having them deliver it a month when we have a place to deliver it to. We got the call on Tuesday that the house would be closing any day so I called Brent and  Kennon attending Girl's Camp and Brent house hunting. in New Hampshire, and told him to get home quick because our time was up.  They had been living there over a week. I know I am totally crazy for allowing him to do that again. This time no big surprises though reminiscent of four years ago, when I got the call. . ."Hey honey, congrats you own a home" . . before even asking my opinion on the $30k Matter. As you know it all worked out in the end, though.  ,

He was unable to get the financing to buy a home though in New Hampshire, so it looks like we will be forced to rent for the first time in our lives. He pretty much came home with little results except figuring out where we want to live if we are able to get into a rental. And nothing was available till August 1st, so that left us with the whole month of August with nowhere to go. 

So I begged and pleaded . . . and Guess What? I talked my husband into driving 38 hours in the opposite direction. First to Utah to hit the Pieper Reunion, then on to Washington for the Fielding and Casper Reunion in late July and our cabin week at Priest Lake, Idaho.

Unfortunately, there was one big catch. When we made the deal I had to agree to drive back to New Hampshire by myself with my 5 children. Brent bought his airline ticket back so he can get to work on the practice by the middle of July and that leaves me with 5 kids, a van pulling a trailer full of our Washington valuables we left behind 4 years ago, and a 45 hour road trip. I'll think about that later. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I hadn't inherited narcolepsy from my father. 

We are so excited to see everyone again and hope that this will be the last across the country road trip. 

Here are some other updates: At the end of the year award ceremonies. . . Kennon was given the Peace Award. Her classmates voted on the person who was the kindest and promoted peace at all times.  I almost stood up to protest, "Excuse me but I have lived with this young lady for 12 years and I can testify that she does not promote peace. . I mean are we talking about the same girl because I am pretty sure there has been some mistake. . . "  but I held my tongue. She also received the technology award but was unable to tell us why or how. 

Savannah got the Presidential Academic Award for her class. 

Camille also got the Academic Excellence Award for her class, an award for some artwork that was chosen as the best in her Manatee club, and was chosen to read her essay about the flag.

We have no idea what happened at Caroline's kindergarten celebration because we missed it for WDW, along with the wonderful solo that I still feel bad about.

So I just am doing a quick post before our my life is in limbo I have no idea where or if I will be posting from after this until I arrive safely in New Hampshire the first of August. 

One quick story I have to tell though before it expires from my memory.

Tuesday night Brent got home from his trip and we were only together about an hour and I took off for a baby shower. The last thing I remember telling him as I walked out the door -"Bye Brent, I am taking Savannah" Two hours later at 9:15 I walked in the door and Brent came down the stairs and said, "You have Camille with you right?" 

"No of course I don't have Camille and you had better be kidding me!"

No they haven't seen her at all and just ASSUMED that she had left with me . . .  and did nothing about it for two hours! So now the trail has gone cold two hours later and it's getting dark outside. I ran outside and found her bike gone. About two minutes went by of total and complete panic, Brent and I racing up and down the street trying to figure out where to even start. No one could remember actually seeing her since dinner. I was so angry. . . pretty much all directed at my assuming husband. 

Suddenly Savannah came running up the street and announced that she had been found in the basement, asleep under a makeshift tent and 50 packing boxes ready to move. Marcus had gone down and found her while we were all running crazy down the street.   Now Marcus keeps running around telling us, "I saved the Day!" 

 I hate those moments when your heart stops beating. I have way too many of them since I became a parent.  

We figured out the next day that her bike had really disappeared. Stolen out of our backyard. The carnival's back in town this week for the 4th.  They set up in the park two blocks away.  The only other time we had a bike stolen was three years ago during the same week.  Those darn carnies!

This is the final post in the Buffalo Chapter. Looking forward to what's next.