The Mortensens: Saying goodbye

March 29th day 43

saying goodbye...

the place where first steps were walked, and first gardens planted, and forts were built, and cupboards climbed. a place that would welcome us home. a place where we became mommy and daddy.

there will be many more, wherever they may be, and if each one can be a place of acceptance, a place of learning, a place of peace, a place of love, then we will have done our job.

March 28th day 42

Grayson attempting a nap in our bed in the middle of the family room. We seriously did not plan very well, and ended up packing up all of our beds and sleeping stuff because we thought we could be out by Monday. Monday turned in to late Tuesday, so Monday night was spent sleeping on the ground, sharing one pillow and one blanket with the hubby. I love the guy, but I am the big 3-0 now...practically an ole' lady. I need my pillow top mattress and down comforter for my achy breaky back!

March 27th day 41

The last supper!

March 26th day 40

Sawyer loves hanging with his cousins. So glad that he has so many...and they just keep on coming;)

March 25th day 39

Spring training '11....we had a great time in Phoenix again this year, minus the flu that seriously made the rounds through the kids during our stay. Oh yea, and that little detail about us moving that weekend. Ah priorities!

It did dawn on us that baseball games with 8 youngsters, and the same number of adults, is really not that fun (especially when two of them don't sweat!). We have simply outgrown the baseball stadium. Plan B for next year so that maybe someone can watch a little baseball. There was still sunshine and good times to be had!

March 24th day 38

Pooped out after the long drive to Phoenix.

March 23rd day 37

Papa "tuweewo" is here!

March 22nd day 36

Our last play group!! Sawyer would look forward for his "fwends" to come over every week, and then when they got here he would steal their toys, push them down, pull their hair. He really is usually a sweet boy, but just a little possessive on his own turf. Then they would leave and he would mope around saying "moy fwends...moy fwends." Oh, he is going to miss his "fwends" and I am gonna miss my "fwends" too!