Meet the New Houses!

At long last, summer "school" has come to an end. The last few weeks, with the promise of a hermit crab, Kendall marched in without a tear. Today she even told me about games she played with her teachers and classmates. So off to the pet store we went this afternoon. The first shells they picked were not populated. Kendall settled for a red shell with a terrible copy of Hello Kitty on it. Owen chose an orange shell with a decent Elmo painted on it. Their names - Rainbow Flower and Scooter respectively. They are still living in the cheap FEMA trailer we purchased for them, but plans are underway to create them a more spacious crabitat (kid you not, that's what they are called) this weekend. So far they haven't been too exciting but research shows it may take a few weeks for them to settle in.

This picture has nothing to do with the crabs. I just think it's too cute for words. Sabrina was in her baby tub but happy as a lark to be playing with big brother and sister.

Giving up my anal retentive ways

I know some of you are saying "woo hoo!" while others are thinking "yeah, right. We've heard that before." But really, I am (at least where pictures and blogs are concerned.) I haven't posted any updates since early June simply because I haven't had time to go through my lengthy picture saving and editing process. The relatives are screaming; friends are beginning to think I've fallen off the face of the earth; and I personally am getting stressed out just thinking about it. So, I've turned over a new leaf, and at long last here is the latest update from the House House to you!

June 14 - Owen's 3rd Birthday and Kendall's 1st Dance Recital

July 17 thru 24 - Roadtrip to Iowa to visit Great Grandma and Grandpa Besco


























July 27 - Sabrina LOVES Guacamole (thanks to her brother and sister)





Where we are now...

Sabrina is just 9 months old and already pulling up and cruising with furniture. What am I going to do? Kendall and Owen were just barely crawling at this age. She's using sign language to ask for milk and smiles big when we sign "eat" to her. I'm guessing she'll start using that sign soon.

Owen is every bit a 3 year old. One minute he's a snuggly cuddly little guy. The next, he's an independent, defiant Tasmanian devil. Potty training is going great though so we are all happy for that.

Kendall does not like summer "school". Every Tuesday and Wednesday she "has a tummy ache" and declares that she is too sick for school. We've taken to bribery to get her to finish out the summer without all the kicking and screaming. Here in a few weeks we may be the proud owners of 1 or 2 hermit crabs...