WASH ME BOSS MAN

It took a village but we are so thankful for all the help we received just to get us out the door and on our way.
The road trip (all 2400 plus miles) was full of long days and very short nights.

Russell fell asleep with donut still in his mouth.

It ended up taking us a full five days. Let me tell you we were soooooooooooo happy to see our Maryhand home. I felt like kissing the ground. It took a little getting use to but I love it.

Scott’s family came down and gave me back my sanity by helping me unpack. I still have a small wall of boxes behind my coach. Everyday I work on wading through it or at least staring it down (not working).

Russell passes the time finding his niche
and jibber jabbering away.

Russell's first wall Pisasso.

Joshua is exploring the floor steamroller style

and is cutting his first two teeth.

"WASH ME BOSS MAN" was written in cleaner spots on a really dirty truck going down the road. It showed its neglect by how well you could read the words in the dirt. Here's to hopping this blog don't get any more "wash me boss man" messages.

Leavin’ Las Vegas

Moving day is almost upon us (August 8th) and we’re WIGGIN’ out. Just a 411: there will not be another post for a few days. We have to fight with the cable company and get the previous tenants kicked off our address. They probably just left the state and didn’t look back bill wise. I know the feeling, but people on the other hand …. WE WILL MISS YOU ALL. You know of course that we are like the flew, turning up when you lest expect it. And Scott has been known to give people runny noses.