After a little more than 3 weeks of living in Driggs Idaho, Phil and I are starting to feel settled. I still don't feel like this is home, but I'm sure that will come with time.
Before we moved up here we found what we hoped would be a great deal on a town home. The price was right, but the only thing was we had no idea the condition of the home so it made us both a little nervous. Every now and then Phil and I would have dreams about the place being a complete dump and unlivable. Phil dreamt that it was a ghetto apartment complex and I dreamt about holes in the walls that went through to outside world and disgusting floors that Boyd would be crawling on. Thankfully, it turned out that the town home is in great living condition! I guess there was no need to worry.
We moved into our home on the 15th and we are SO grateful for all of the help that we received--Phil's family came up from Provo-- even if I meant that some of our couch cushions spent some time getting to know I-15. It's been a week and a half and I'm feeling pretty good about the progress we've made considering everything else we've had going on. Pictures still need to be hung, but pretty much everything has a home including the garage. Well expect the 3rd bedroom--I just keep that door shut and blame sports for what you'll find inside. Let me just explain that October is not the best month for the wife of a sports nut-- Yankees in the playoffs, football's in full swing, and basketball is just starting. Sigh.
Of course Phil's been busy getting the shop up and running. Thanks to all of his hard work things are going really well and he's been able to do a few windshield replacements and tons of rock chip repairs. Boyd and I have been going down to the shop every day to bring Phil lunch and it's so much fun to see him in action. It's amazes me that he can do all of it.
Outside our shop.
Boyd and Remy are adjusting just fine. Remy was thrilled when we moved in. From the 1st to the 15th she was an outside dog while we lived with Phil's grandma. She was pathetic. She would run from the garage door, to the living room window, jump up to look inside to see if she could see us, and then run back to the garage door. You would think she would love to run around the farm and find her inner dog, but I guess we've buried that inner dog too deep and she feels like she belongs inside snuggled under a blanket.
Boyd's been a teething maniac over the last month and I have to say that it's tiring me out. He now has all four molars and is cutting his first cuspid, which I'm pretty sure babies usually don't get those until 16 months. I guess we'll just be done with teething sooner rather than later, but I'm sick of getting up at 6 AM when his usual schedule gives me an hour or more of sleep.
On a brighter note, Boyd walks around everywhere, gets into the toilets if I forget to close the bathroom door (yes he can lift up the lid), steals Remy's dog food, chases Remy's tail, goes up and down the stairs (but still not good enough to be unattended), attempts to climb out of the bathtub, loves to dance (or swing his arms when he hears music), tries to say horse as he looks out his bedroom window at the horses, and charms every one, especially at church.
I find Boyd a lot with this dressing. It sit in the very bottom shelf of the fridge door and if I have the door open for 5 seconds he swipes the bottle and takes off. Which brings me to the next thing Boyd loves to do. Every time you ask him for something he has, he takes off running in the opposite direction laughing. It's pretty funny.
