a blended life

Pediatrician: "Are you allergic to anything?" Hannah: "Certain breeds of Arabian horses." "I've invented a salad that's made with different types of candy. Because if it says 'salad' then it must be healthy." "Mom, can we listen to Simon and Garflunker?" "Sure. But it's Garfunkel." "That's what I said. Garflunker." "Leah, now that you're ten, will you be nicer to me?" Leah responds, "Probably not." Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

I fixed my blog again. I hated the other look and never wanted to visit my own page. I'm happy now. Everyone knows by now that we're moving to Florida--a huge plot twist in our new family life. I'm slowly getting used to the idea of hauling my kids across the country (insert an ugly custody moment) and of trying to get a job out there (4th largest school district in the country). Not ready to talk humidity yet. Knowing how adversely humidity affects my hair, I just might grow out my bangs for the first time in my life. Some things are terrifying. Humidity. Cost of living. Crime. Bugs. Some things are really exciting. Coral reefs. Beaches. Key Largo. Frankly, I'm more excited about exploring the Everglades than going to Disney World. We've all gone through phases of coping and adjusting to the idea--the cry phase, the pack everything phase, the get rid of everything else phase, the sugar phase. Hannah has probably taken it the hardest and deals by curling up in...