Clouds in the Johnson House

I apologize, this is gonna be kind of gross...
You know how kids like to lie in the grass and watch clouds float by declaring what they look like?  Well... Blythe likes to do that with her brother's bowel movements.  She declared the latest one to look like a crayon, and, I'm not gonna lie, she was right.  It looked just like a crayon.

In other news, we're about a month from California.  Our renters have signed the lease, we had a garage sale and donated everything that was left, we've sold or pawned off on family all the other stuff we're not taking, and this week Caleb should sign a lease for an apartment in California with the 3 finalists AKA the only ones available :)

So come June 26thish we'll be hitting the road for Cali.  That's right, we're driving to California now.  So if you know of anything fun to do along the way... giant ball of yarn, beard of bees, world's biggest thimble... you let me know.  I'm gonna want to see that.

So it begins...

That's right you are looking at packed boxes.  Today marks 2 months from California and it was also my first day of being pretty bummed about this whole adventure.

We had a great weekend in which we saw about half the people that we love.  Friday night we had dinner with our sweet friends from down the street, then Saturday morning we went to Finn's 5th birthday party.  It was a super hero olympics and Blythe had a blast.  The kids spent Saturday night with their grandparents, and then Sam and Caitlyn brought them back Sunday afternoon and stayed for dinner.  Yesterday we went to the zoo with Jillian and Isabella.  It just kind of hit me that soon all those people won't just be a phone call and a car ride away.  Plus I took everything off the walls today so it really is starting to look like we don't live here anymore.  Sad day.

On the bright side, I think we found someone to rent the house, keep Sasquatch, and move us to California!

The Genius of Joe Joe

I was trying to find a photo that showed a little bit of the mastermind that is Joe, and this was the best one I could find.  I apologize for my awkward early morning self in the background.  I don't know if I've ever explained on here why he always looks like a pirate in pictures, but we taught him to wink and so now he does it in all pictures.  The more we tell him to smile the bigger the wink gets.

We got home a little late tonight and were trying to do a quick bath and then to bed.  We went for a man on man defense, Caleb took Joe and I had Blythe.  When I went to get B's pajamas from their room Caleb and Joe were wrestling a bit trying to get the diaper on.  Joe was already giggling.  A minute later, when I'm putting on B's pajamas, I hear Caleb yell, "HEY!" and Joe give a squeal of delight that words can't describe as he goes streaking by the bathroom door butt nekkid.  Apparently, Joe had just given his dad the ole bob and weave by saying, in his sweetest little 2 year old voice, "I wanna hold you," and then going in to lay his head on Caleb's shoulder at which point, when Caleb tried to hug him, he turned and sprinted in the other direction.  He got a full 2 laps around the house before we could stop laughing long enough to chase him down.  I don't know if I should be proud or extremely scared of the years ahead of us with this boy.

How's it going?

Here are some pictures of our going ons of late. As you can see, haven't been real busy...

Played some guitar

Got new flip flops. Shortly after this we returned Joe's. When he took it off and threw it in target I took that to mean he wasn't a fan.

Got a beat up old Range Rover.

Chased some chickens.

Ran some errands.

Did some baking.

Practiced bicycle safety.

Did some yard work.

Cozied up on the porch swing.

Wore our rain boots at inappropriate times.

And just had some all around good times...

Happy Birthday, Joe Johnson

2 and 4

Saturday we celebrated the kids birthdays with our friends for lunch and our family for dinner. It was a beautiful day, and we had a blast with all of our favorite people. Thanks everyone for coming out, and those who couldn't make it, you were missed!

It was a camping party... so here's the cake we had with dinner.

We grilled out hamburgers for lunch which the birthday babies ate in the tent with Aunt Hay.

Then we blew out candles over some dirt and worms.

Then we roasted marshmallows for smores.

Next up we hunted some bugs. Here's when we released them from the backyard. Don't worry no one was harmed in the stampede.

Lots of running, playing, bike riding, etc....

The birthday girl did at least 50 laps back and forth on her bike.

Kale, Joe, and Finn (he's pitching) played some baseball.

After naps it was time for the family to come over. Here are both of my grandmothers shoved into one chair. Their choice. I think they might have been cold.

Mos and Joe checking out some of the presents.

Daddy and Joe playing his new guitar.

Today is Blythe's actual birthday so here she is blowing out her birthday pancake.

Happy Birthday, sweet babies!

Privileges of the Chief

A couple months ago I read back through all our old posts. Don't worry, I'm embarrassed about it. However, I had forgotten the majority of things I had written about, and I'm also embarrassed to say I was laughing so hard at myself I was crying. Anyhoo, I realized that as long as the world doesn't implode this little blog will be a tribute to the ridiculousness of our family, and one day our kids can go back and read little snippets of the things we will forget to tell them about.

So that being said, this is for that reason and that reason only. This was just a little Corbin moment that made me laugh, so I'm writing it down (typing it down) so one day Blythe and Joe can have a little reminder of their grandparents.

My mom has been recollecting the little people stuff that we had when we were kids for the grandbabies. My sweet friend Jillian has amassed the greatest collection I've ever seen, and she passed down a couple things to my mom (thanks Jill, love you!). As with all things the new toys were the only ones anyone wanted to play with and I don't remember who even did this, but B or Joe put the firemen into the swing and the following conversation took place...

Me: "That's nice the firemen get to swing. I bet firemen never get to swing."

Lainee (my mom): "And I see the Chief gets his own swing."

Paw (my dad, Fire Chief of Wylie)" "As it should," he then switched to what I can only describe as the voice of the French guy in Monty Python and the Holy Grail and added, "Get down one of you knaves and push me."

Made me laugh. Love everyone involved. The end.