are you kidding me??

another crazy week.

yesterday we received the news that our house buyers

 wanted to close TODAY.

huh?

thanks for the advanced notice!

we're guessing it was some misunderstanding

between the buyers and their attorney.

you know, seeing as we never received a formal request

to close TWO weeks early. 

so, now, because we're nice....

we're scrambling to close today at 3.

we'll see.

either way the new owners won't be able to take possesion

until we have time to move out.

oh and have somewhere to move!  

minor detail.

we don't take possession of our new house for a week.

we will know sometime later this morning if it all can come together today.

our attorney needs a few more items in order to close.

i'll keep you posted :)

on another note...

isn't this playroom super-duper?

 i have no idea where i found it, but i've been drooling ever since.

take care friends!

xoxo. erin

cooper-isms

scene - my toyota sienna

coop: you know mom, when i grow up i want to date grace.

(a girl in his pre-school class)

me: really? what about emily?

(crush from last year)

coop: oh, i will date her too.

me: coop, you should really only date one girl at a time.

coop: ya, but... i don't really think that crosses the line.

me: (a little surprised) what line is that?

coop: you know, the "you can't marry your sister" line.

now... imagine me trying to contain my laughter.

then grabbing my iphone to call dan and relay the story.

and because i believe all blog posts should contain photos.

enjoy two inspiration photos for the new house....

second grade and pk 4

here they are

the obligatory first day of school photos

aren't they so stinkin cute?

reilly in second grade - mrs. meister's class

cooper in pk 4 - mrs. fiesman's class

mommy's little helper

coop decided to help me pack. he packed all his most important possessions....

 he packed...

4 zhu zhu pets

4 various balls

and

his toy soldier bucket

that should pretty much cover it... from his perspective!

my nightmare

how does anyone do it? packing a home with seven years of accumulated "stuff" is impossible (trust me, i wanted to say sh*! there, but i said stuff). i've become ruthless.... at this point EVERYTHING is garbage.

but through it all, this has become my savior....

POD how do I love thee? Let me count the ways....

you sit patiently in my driveway 

allowing me to put my boxes in you (slowly, as i fill them up)

you've allowed my home to stay clean & tidy 
and not overrun with mess & a maze of boxes

then one day....

a truck will pick you up & take all my "stuff" to it's new home

THANK YOU POD... YOU ARE MY HERO!!!!
(imagine Enrique Iglesias' song Hero playing in the background!)