Entire boxes of food are dumped on the floor (they usually still get eaten so, hey).
Toy cars make their way into the mini fridge.
The silverware drawer is very unorganized (but the little guy was being helpful).
Partially eaten string cheese gets put in the dishwasher.
Clothes get dirtier than you could have ever imagined.
Chewed on bananas find a home on your china.
Oranges are made into plant fertilizer.
Cards disappear from your wallet and turn up days later. Under the rug.
Wall plates get destroyed by acrobatic karate kicks.
Things are emptied out of cupboards (but this we already knew).
Your bathtub is always full of toys.
Toy cars make their way into the dishwasher.
Thomas the Train becomes a hiding place for your iPhone.
Socks find a home in the sink.
Piles of lost items live under the couch. For months.
Once this happens to you, you wouldn't have it any other way. Which reminds me of this mom.me post I just read, "11 Words That Take on a Different Meaning After Kids". They all ring true, but number 11 is my favorite.
July 19, 2014
July 1, 2014
Well, it's official. We live in Iowa! Again! Our road trip out here went pretty well. My dad and my brother drove with us just like last time, although this time we had to caravan. Last time we moved, we got rid of most of our furniture, packed my dad's pickup truck and towed our car (which was also packed full). This time we took ALL of our stuff so we rented a Uhaul for the journey. We still towed our car, but had to drive the new car.
We picked up and loaded the truck on Friday, then hit the road on Saturday morning. On our way out of town we stopped to see Scott's grandparents. We all met for lunch in Rock Springs, then stayed the night in Cheyenne. On Sunday we did the same amount of time in the car and stayed the night in Omaha. On Monday we stopped in Des Moines for lunch at Zombie Burger (yum!) then got to Iowa City right at 4 pm in time to pick up the keys to our place. Upon arrival, we learned that we could move in that evening instead of the following day. Since we couldn't get a hold of anybody to help us unload the next day (Scott was going to be at orientation all day), we did it all that evening. As soon as the truck was unloaded, we stayed the night at a hotel (not having to worry about making beds or cooking breakfast). But guys, I love our apartment.
Here is a little flashback comparison to our first move. These photos were taken on the same staircase at DMU, just four years apart.
We tend to go swimming at the hotel when we first move as well...