Family Bonding

     A friend told me that one of the most precious things when they moved was the time the family spent together.  All they had was each other and their relationships grew.  Someone else who I know and moves quite a bit told me that the first six weeks are priceless for family bonding, then a child gets invited to a birthday party and the world pours in.  The kids are enjoying each other and having a great time.  Don’t make a wrong assumption as is common when reading blogs; frequently someone gets on another’s nerves, out of work, or up on the wrong side of the bed.  We haven’t found the solution to have a perfect family but they are having fun doing things together.  

     Three of the boys went exploring and found a cave with the excuse that one of them needed to describe a place for his writing assignment.  Two went exploring down one side of a hill and ran into a nest of yellow jackets so they turned around and flew home, each leaving one of their Crocs behind.  After three days they ventured back to get the lost shoes.  One of the rooms in the double-wide mobile home on the property has a painfully bright, pink room.  The three girls have spent hours setting up and playing with all their girly toys.  The second oldest has been baking pies frequently.  The kids pulled out some old games last night.  One of the boys, in an attempt to get out of unpacking the truck by secretly riding off on his bike discovered that, "It was a lot of work to get out of work."  He and one of his brothers flew down a very steep hill and then spent many grueling minutes pushing the bike up. 

  

    Our family van was out of commission for a week, but thankfully is fixed and in better shape than it has been in a long time.  The kids want to get out and make new friends, but they have been enjoying one another in the meantime.