Humorous musings on life with three kids. I like to think that I'm funny, but I'm not really. So less-than-humorous musings on life with three kids, that's what this blog is. It's titled "...Bahamas, Bahamas, Bahamas..." because that's my mantra when things are getting rough around here. I've never been to the Bahamas, but I have promised myself that I will one day get there. Bad Day? "Bahamas, Bahamas, Bahamas!"
Don't bother reading this unless you're my sister.
Dear Sis, you have been complaining that I don't post pics of our new house. I'd like to remind you that Tucson is only a 2 hour drive from Phoenix and you own a vehicle. If you need gas money, go ask Dad.
Without further ado:
Our billiards room. It's missing a candlestick, but if you look closely you're sure to find Colonel Mustard there somewhere. It's like a 'Where's Waldo' challenge--find him!
The main living area. Pool table room to the left, hallway to kids' bedrooms to the right. Kitchen table--when delivered--will also be off to the right.
J's new room. Purple, pink--you'd never know she's a girl, would you?
K's room--you'd never know he's a boy, would you?
Kids' bathroom. I don't know why I'm sharing this. I guess because it's one of the few completed rooms in the house. Enjoy.
Official move in time is this weekend. Please remind me why I perpetually choose to move in the freaking hottest, muggiest time of year?