THE LAST BOX!!!

If I could insert a drumroll here, I would. So imagine a drumroll, please.

I have officially opened and emptied the last box following the move to our new house that we closed on on November 14, 2008.

When I was packing the boxes and working on 4 hours sleep in a 72 hour period, there were times I would tape up the box and forget what I'd just put in it. This one almost turned out that way, with the 'I think' comment in parenthesis.

In case you can't read that, here it is up close:

This box had three shoebox-sized Sterilite boxes in it, and one 2-gallon Ziploc with the toys in it. I used a lot of 1- and 2-gallon Ziploc bags inside the boxes to move smaller items and keep them contained. And yes, I keep my kids' teeth. I don't know why. Ask me in a few years.

I popped open the box of old photos that were pre-kid, and with the exception of a couple thrown on the top, that's exactly what they were. Some of them made me reminisce, and some of them made me laugh, so I thought I'd share a few with you.

In December when I posted the three-part birth story for the girls (Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3), I mentioned that we never took any pictures of me when I was pregnant, but that there was one somewhere from the day I got my braces off, which also happened to be the day I got put on bed rest (I got the call later in the day after all the doctors had conversed on the phone). That picture was in this box. You can't really tell I'm pregnant, but I do have some really big bangs.

I also found the picture from our first Christmas card after the girls were born and out of the hospital, so they were just over a year old. I cut the side off since it had their names on it.

I'm not going chronologically, so here is a picture from a military ball of some type, probably the Christmas one, when we were at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, affectionately known to many of us as Fort Lost-in-the-Woods. This was probably somewhere around 1990 or 1991. I'd have to think too hard to do better than that.

This next picture is of our first cat, Cherokee. We got him about six months after we got married. He could be asleep in another room and wake up when he heard a banana being peeled. He loved them. He also loved spaghetti-o's. We also did not have a quality camera.

About a year and a half later we got him a friend. You know, so he wouldn't be lonely while we were in class. So now meet our second cat, Theodore.

Those two boys were best buds!

I will probably regret showing these next two pictures for the rest of my life, but I'm going to do it anyway. The first one is my very big hair, complete with very big bangs, my last year of college. I was working at the time on Christmas break in my aunt's children's clothing store when this picture was taken. Oh, and I even had a perm in my very naturally curly hair just to make it curlier and bigger. It was 1987. The glasses could have been a giveaway too.

During college after Hubby and I got married, he got me watching wrestling on TV. Now it was nothing like you see on TV today. I mean, it was real and everything. Oh, I'm kidding. But we did see one guy hit another guy with a chair once and it actually dented the chair. So one night we went with two other friends to Little Rock and sat in the second row to watch the wrestling matches, and to top it off, it was Fan Appreciation Night! Woo Hoo! So Hubby took pictures of me with the wrestlers as we went down the line and got autographs. Look at me in my floweredy jeans with Dr. Death. Cute, huh?

I guess if that's the most embarassing photo I own I'm doing pretty good, especially in this day and age with all that's out there.

And to think that this started as a post about finally being unpacked.