The light at the end of the tunnel?

We have an appointment to close on the house/property on Friday.  All we have to do is show up with the down payment in cashier's check form.  I'm hoping for smooth sailing from that point.  Then, we can have electricity turned on and fix the water so we can start the changes we'll be making preparatory to the big move.

I am now allowing myself to believe it will actually happen.  For Real.

Life will be very busy.


Thursday:
Liv's class trip to Jefferson City.  Up at THREE, leave school at FOUR.  Gone all day.

Friday:  
More work, and more, and more...
Book Group
Kids 1/2 Day of School
Close on House
Dance around House, legally.
Purchase some "Early Mexican Brothel" paint colors.

Saturday:
Take Crowbar to House.
Primary Activity.
Move some doorways and hopefully prep for painting.

Sunday:
Teach Sharing Time at Church (Crap, I just realized it's my turn....)
Lunch.
Back to work on house, using brownie points saved up from above churchy activities to compensate for working on Sunday.....
See Michelle and Tyler and their punks.

Next Week:
Craziness.
 Norman Renfest

Week After:
Mini-vacation to Crater of Diamonds in AR with my fam.  (If anyone can find a gorgeous rock, it's Liv.)

Week  AFTER After:
My Aunt and Uncle from Florida will visit, and we will celebrate Easters, regardless of when the holiday actually occurs.





I think I'll go have a nap.  No, wait, I have to go to Scouts tonight.  Bugger.

Appraisal Update.

The bank finally gave us the appraisal value of the house and the 17 acres.  The house is worth enough for them  to loan on, so, barring some majorly unforeseen circumstances, IT IS OUR DESTINY.  Actually, the house is worth more than we're paying for it and the property altogether. 

It all seems kind of anticlimactic, compared to the other thing that happened on Friday, the memorable short disappearance of our fourth child.  Please refer to the preceding post for exciting details.

Life did go on last week, in spite of the waiting game.  Hollis lost his first tooth.  It's been wiggly for nearly a year, so Toby finally just gave it a good hard yank and out it came.  Every time one of my children loses a tooth, I think of how much we all miss Grandpa McDonald and his sneaky small pliers.  He'd ask a kid to show him the loose tooth, whip the pliers out of his pocket, and pull it before they knew what hit them. 

Loch started full crawling this week.  In spite of having done this whole routine four times before, we're (surprise) TOTALLY UNPREPARED for a mobile infant.  He's the first baby since we've been working making bodices, and the sewing room is not a friendly place for a curious little boy.  We're talking grommet bits, loose threads, ribbon scraps, extension cords....Don't worry, we're both getting a little bit of work done while watching him like hawks.

In the next few weeks, we should close on the Ivy house, fix it up a bit, and move. Then, we need to get our current house on the market and sold quickly.   Michelle and Tyler are coming out from Utah for the Spring Renaissance Festival season, and that will be both exciting and exhausting.  Life will definitely be in high gear.