I just wanted to give a quick shout out to Heather and Donnie for letting me know that you're reading my ramblings here. We think we've found a preschool for Beau (yea!). So here's something about a small town with a lot of people in a small area. Good preschools are hard to come by and they all have waiting lists. This has been as bad as trying to find daycare for your baby after maternity leave. But, thanks to a fellow IABC gal down here, we're taking the last 3-year-old slot at The Children's Hour. Whew. It reminds us a lot of Duncan (the boys' preschool in Grain Valley). Ms. Martha, if you're reading this, Beau really wants to come and see you. He misses you a lot.
As we were driving back to Bentonville yesterday, we got to about Noel or Jane, Mo. when Brayden piped up, "Hey - we're in Arkansas!" We weren't, but we were in the town or two just before the border. The funny thing about that is that you never realize how much a 5-year-old pays attention. The scenery had changed just enough for him to realize that we were almost to our new home. That's amazing to me.
And my newest facination is with lunch prices. Today I bought a large baked potato with grilled chicken, green and red peppers, cheese and sour cream for a whopping grand total of. . . . drum roll, please. . . $2.19. I know all of my Sprint friends would like to hurt me over this, as if I recall correctly, at Sprint this exact same lunch would have been about 8 buck-a-roos. Yes, folks, I've entered the land of low prices. And I'm loving it.
My final observation for the night is still centered around the small town. I left for lunch and within 45 minutes I went to the bank, the post office, visited two preschools and made it to a meeting only being 2 minutes late. It still doesn't feel real that things can be so convenient. Oh, yes, and we ate at Eddie Haskell's for dinner - just because it sounded funny.
As we were driving back to Bentonville yesterday, we got to about Noel or Jane, Mo. when Brayden piped up, "Hey - we're in Arkansas!" We weren't, but we were in the town or two just before the border. The funny thing about that is that you never realize how much a 5-year-old pays attention. The scenery had changed just enough for him to realize that we were almost to our new home. That's amazing to me.
And my newest facination is with lunch prices. Today I bought a large baked potato with grilled chicken, green and red peppers, cheese and sour cream for a whopping grand total of. . . . drum roll, please. . . $2.19. I know all of my Sprint friends would like to hurt me over this, as if I recall correctly, at Sprint this exact same lunch would have been about 8 buck-a-roos. Yes, folks, I've entered the land of low prices. And I'm loving it.
My final observation for the night is still centered around the small town. I left for lunch and within 45 minutes I went to the bank, the post office, visited two preschools and made it to a meeting only being 2 minutes late. It still doesn't feel real that things can be so convenient. Oh, yes, and we ate at Eddie Haskell's for dinner - just because it sounded funny.
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