Just like every Sunday. . .

Day 3:

For the first time that I can remember I missed setting up the church this morning. (And it was glorious!) I wish I had a good excuse. Like the thunder and lightning knocked the power out, or I was too sore from all the heavy lifting from the move. But the truth of the matter is, I slept right through my alarm. That has to speak of the comfyness of our 25 footer right? As a matter of fact when I finally was rudely awaken at 7:30 by texts from the actual guys that were setting up the church I was the first one up. The kids all tucked away in their "room" above the cab of the truck were still sleeping. Desi hadn't noticed the sun coming up and Lela was too cozy burrowed in the blankets of our bed. For the record, for the last 3 years the dogs have been sleeping in the closet of our bedroom through the night. I'm pretty sure they are enjoying the confines of the rolling home and the fact that allows them back on the bed pretty well.

Sunday provided a good way test our morning routine out. We need to be at church by 8:40 so by the time we all got moving at 8:00 we had a little time to find which cubby everyone's clothes are in, get some breakfast (although Adam and I both decided we'd eat our breakfast at church - Thanks Rush Creek - ML for donut deliciousness!). After a great day of worshipping we stopped in on a couple of potential houses (this time not of the rolling variety) and then home to the ranch.

It was really just like any other Sunday afternoon. The kids rested, Brandi napped and I intently watched Arian Foster rack up the fantasy football points for my teams!! After being inside for an hour or two we saw some kids at the playground so I forced our munchkins outside to make friends. Turned out the three of them running towards the tiny little wooden play structure scared the other kids away so they were left to make monkey's of themselves alone. Brandi and I also decided to enjoy the weather and sit under the canopy by the pool and go through our RV Park survival kit from Lanae. (side note: This is where we WILL be playing cornhole in the near future when I get my boards down there). (side note to the side note: blogger flagged "cornhole" in the spellchecker. . . won't they feel stupid when it's an olympic sport!)

There is just something about a pool on a nice day that is like a magnet for the kids. Not to mention that it is mid Oct, but it never fails - what starts at touching the water, turns into full on swimming in their clothes. I'm sure the people that saw our kids had some great thoughts about our parenting skill but my line of thought was . . . . when in Rome. . . (this does bring up an interesting debate to be addressed later - is there a difference between trailer park and RV park?)

A short run from the pool to the bath house allowed the kids to get nice and warm (all without using our precious hot water from our tank) and clean!

Yesterday was also the first day that we were out and about and met some of our neighbors. There are the prankster pipeline guys that live in front of us. Who are in town from either 2 months to 2 years and it could change at any time. There is Nick next to us who is a diesel mechanic living in Gma's RV (and although it is probably from the early 80's makes us jealous at the size of it) and also the little girl that lives by the dumpster. No kidding that's how she introduced herself. "We live down there by the dumpster". . . can't make it up. . . only at the ranch.

We enjoyed pizza dinner at the Skinner's then back in time to threaten the kids with spankings (too much of Tina's sweet sweet tea!) and watch the Ranger's win before another restful night.