Bye Bye Blue!

We have settled on our new house, and the old owners are OUT! Woo hoo! To their credit, they removed absolutely every stick of furniture, which is mildly impressive, given that they had to leave so quickly and to another state. It needs cleaning and eradication of the electric blue carpet and paint desperately, but other than a couple of slices of pizza left in the spare fridge, it's fine. Damian and I had a bet going on whether or not there would be furniture left in the house. I voted yay, he voted nay, and the nays had it.

The painters are there now, and the new carpet will be installed next Thursday. I can't wait to get in there and clean, unpack, and set up the furniture. We took the boys over yesterday, along with a van full of stuff, and they had a great time getting in the way of the painters. When we got to the house, the boys immediately started running around like maniacs.

Then Corey discovered the laundry shoot. Oh, the joy of the laundry shoot. He made it his mission to send anything he could find down the laundry shoot. Oh yes. In fact, he managed to drop a card right on Joe's (the painter's) head, as he unluckily was standing right under the shoot beside the mud sink when Corey dropped it. Oh yes. But Joe and his boys took pity on us and unloaded the van. Wasn't that nice? Actually, they probably just wanted me to get my urchin children the hell out of there.

There is playground equipment in the back and a nice backyard for the boys to run around in. There is tons of room downstairs to run around, and there are toys in Corey's closet. But none of this compares with the laundry shoot. Corey said, "Mommy, when we are here, I might sneak into your room in the middle of the night and put stuff down the chute!" Oh, lucky me.

And speaking of, when we're all moved in and settled/organized (which could take some time with the short people under foot), we'll have a housewarming party, and you can all come over and play with us!

And I'll leave you with one more funny Corey quote. On the drive over, it was raining a bit, and the windshield wipers were on. Corey said, "Mommy, why are they called windy wipers if they don't wipe wind?" I'd say.