A bad omen?

If you believe in those kinds of things, I'm really leaning towards it being true of our impending move.
First, I hit a Momma Duck and her 10 little ducklings on the road in front of our hometown's restaurant while driving to the airport to get Craig to look at houses in the new town.
Second,  The crew we hired to clean our house couldn't complete the job because the a/c unit wouldn't turn on. Only a problem because of this heat sweeping the nation. The crew is set to come back on Tuesday, but read on for the problem with this plan...
Third, A severe storm ripped through Ohio and caused the city we are moving to, to be without power. We're talking 63% of the city without power. The electric company website says power may not be restored until Friday. 6 days from now. 3 days after we had planned on moving in. Our realtor said it would be wise to delay our arrival.

 Best case scenario. House has power. Cleaning crew cleans house on Tuesday. We move in.

Worst case scenario. House has no power. House doesn't get cleaned. We move our stuff in and go on to our parents house 3 hours away.

*We don't know if the house we are moving into has power or not but I'm pretty sure luck is not on our side.

Moving on

Once again blogger has informed me that I have met my free data storage for this blog. Anyone care to tell me what I'm doing wrong?

Anyway, the chickens were safely transported to their new house tonight. Evelyn is one lucky girl to get such nice chickens. These boys have worked very hard at taming them for just this purpose. A little girl that is not so keen on the chickens at first sight.

The house is getting packed. Slowly we are getting there.

Random story :
We were walking up our back hill carrying chickens to the truck and Landon was talking about how 2 of the chickens died and we buried them. He went into detail about what he was wearing each time we buried a chicken. I don't know if he remembers correctly because I don't know what he was wearing that day so I'm just going to believe him because he has a memory like an elephant. That boy amazes me. Hopefully he'll be that type of learner to read something once and it sticks.

Ollie has no clue what is going on. Not until we start unpacking boxes will he start to grasp what is really going on in his life. For all I know he could think we're moving to Grandma and Grandpa's, Landon keeps telling him we're going to live closer to them.

Landon isn't sad about leaving anymore which makes me kind of sad. I'm glad he's excited now but feel bad for his friends he is leaving behind that are sad he's moving away. He keeps telling us he's moving back to MS when he grows up to marry Amelia. They won't live in our MS house but him and Amelia will buy a different house and have kids someday.

We close on the MS house tomorrow morning. It will officially not be ours anymore. Should I be more emotional about it? We tried to start our lives here. As Craig called it, this was our false-start in life and settling. I think it's very appropriate. Is that mean?

Monday we pack the truck and Tuesday we start our journey back North.

Verbatim

Finally Ollie is communicating enough to have a verbatim!

"Mommy. Grow up. Yeehaw. Ride Bull."
Translation "Mommy, when I grow up, I'm gonna be a cowboy and ride a bull."

Landon: "No Clara, you don't want to eat my foot, it has a blister on it. You don't have any teeth you can't eat my foot."

Poop-palooza

This past Sunday a rare moment occurred when Oliver and Clara were napping. 

I snuggled on the couch with Landon. 

Another rare moment.

Clara woke up first, on my way to her room, I notice a smell of poop. 

Odd I thought, I just cleaned the bathrooms 2 hours ago.

I grabbed the doorknob to Clara's room when Ollie says

"Hi Mommy." 

"I poop."

Great!

So that faint smell of poop wasn't so faint.

There he was sitting on the carpet with his diaper off but only a streak of poo on the floor.

Using that great sense of smell, I locate the scene of the crime to the computer chair.

Not the holy throne one would think of when doing such deed.

I toss Ollie in the bath and get Clara who is by this point screaming. 

Pick her up and notice she has poop up the back and out the sides of her diaper!

Great. Just great!

Skip to Monday.

Ollie has a fresh diaper on and has a blowout.

Dripping down the leg blowout.

Up the back, with chunks, kind of blowout.

Thankfully, or not thankfully depending on how you look at it, he had no clothes on.

Once again the computer chair is the scene of the crime.

I am sensing a theme here.

Skip to Tuesday.

I am scrambling to make lunch.

The usual scene of the boys fighting/screaming/running trucks through the house/whining for tv/whining for food/drinks

Clara is patiently sitting on the floor playing by herself trying not to get a truck crashed into her.

A hard job for the babe who doesn't move yet.

She's very good at wincing when Ollie approaches.

Who isn't?

 Finally I pick her up and take her to the highchair drop her in her seat and notice something wet on my arm.

Gross! Seriously! Poop again!

Third day in a row!

Can't a girl catch a break?!
 I walk through the house to get a diaper and wipes, because of course the box of wipes in the living room is empty. Come back to the dining room to change Clara and supervise lunch and Landon says...
"Mom, you have poop on your foot."

Ollie-ism

While in Ohio, the kids and I were at my parents house 

and I attempted to shower with no other adult supervision for the boys.

Ollie decided to help himself to Grandma's eggs and crack 10 of them.