When, Oh When?

Imprisoned? Don't get me wrong, we do love this apartment, and are so thankful to be in this very nice place with a pool and nice neighbors and air conditioning, and I am so thankful that we are not in a little travel trailer of some sort behind the new house which was the original plan (have you seen RV yet? it's a must-see), but we are so ready to be outta here and into our house!

We are upstairs, which means someone is downstairs who listens to every footfall, door slam, boys' sword fight (quit that!), baby squeal. Even little Luci can shake the floors with her little Sumo-wrestling walk. Poor lady downstairs. I finally met her today, she is very nice, but I'm sure she's lying about us not being too noisy. It will be nice to let the boys be boys in the new house, to let Luci have her ride-on toys, to let the kids just play without having to worry about the neighbors.

We have learned not to stock up on things (Isn't there a Bible verse for that? A man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions. Luke 12:15b) because there is just not room. So, when JT and I went to the commissary to get groceries today, I got just enough. Not a whole big freezer full, just enough.

We have learned not to holler at the kids about anything (well, I learned it--John already was pretty good at this)--supper's ready; leave your brother alone; yes, you do have to do your schoolwork!!

We've learned that having nice neighbors is nice. It's nice to have someone to wave to as you leave the apartment, and it's fun to see their kids riding their little toys.

We've learned that it is so nice to have a pool! Bryan learned that it is nice when the 13 year old neighbor girl (who is quite cute) says hello to him.

John learned that not doing the yardwork all summer is quite nice.

Luci has learned to climb stairs all by herself. And I've learned I should not rush her because then it takes twice as long to inspect every stair as she climbs.