We Have Invaded Your Neighborhood. Now, Who Wants A Hug?

Others call me a blogger but I have always felt sort of silly calling myself by that name.

I am more like a person who has hilarious stuff happen all around her and feels the need to share it with others.

In print so it can never be undone. Or denied.

I get high on making people laugh. And that is way cheaper than drugs.

There has been so much going on lately that I have been consumed with other things and haven’t written much. But that doesn’t mean that the hilarity that is my life has stopped.

We are finally mostly settled into our new home. Life is mostly back to normal.

Except it’s way better.

We now live on a street where my children can play outside without cars constantly whizzing past. It is so much quieter in fact that one of my boys felt secure enough to drop trou and pee on the front lawn.

Because coming into the house and using any one of the FOUR available toilets just wasn’t a good option.

Sorry, Civilized Neighbors.

I know that we lived in the house for a full two weeks before any window treatments were installed. I am aware that when the sun went down each night, our house became kind of like a fishbowl.

I am sorry if anything happened that you cannot unsee.

It could be that you heard my husband swear the day that the movers were here. That happens sometimes when the very first piece of furniture that is carried into the house winds up damaging sheetrock, a door frame, a bannister and rips a handrail out of the wall.

I know that my kids can probably be heard from three blocks away when they are all playing outside. Or even playing inside. They are a little excited to say the least.

I am sure that their methods of problem solving may seem questionable to you as well. If you see two little boys rolling in the grass, swinging on one another, just keep walking.

They are brothers. They will work it out. I can’t hold their hands though every debate.

You may or may not have witnessed my husband watering the lawn earlier this week. It honestly wasn’t his fault that the sprayer head on the end of the hose broke. He had no choice but to put his thumb over the water stream in an effort to get more coverage.

It may seem a little uncivilized. Don’t act like you have never done it.

I have heard rumors that while the boys were on the sidewalk, playing with Super Soakers, on Dad’s watch of course, the baby’s shorts became so water-logged that they simply…..fell to his ankles.

He had on underwear. It could honesty happen to anyone.

Especially him.

Sometimes I wonder if these types of things happen to other families or if it is just us. Is everyone on the block staring in amazement at what is my life? Or did I just imagine that?

Maybe I just see the humor in things that others wouldn’t catch.

This is a huge time of transition in our lives. But change is a great thing.

I have learned so much about myself throughout this process. Having a home on the market for seven and a half months and then moving almost brought me to the brink of insanity.

Almost. But I am tough.

That is all behind us now. Now we are in our new house, working to make it feel like home.

And the new neighbors don’t really know us yet. But they will love us.

Right?

I mean a five-year old charging across the street and into your garage, rummaging through your supply of balls and bats, that’s just kids being kids. It’s kind of adorable.

Right?

How can I be sure that was my kid anyway?

If his dad wasn’t so busy holding his thumb over the end of that hose, I am sure he would have encouraged him not to commandeer other people’s belongings.

The Bell’s have invaded your hood. Just love us anyway.

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