Here We Go . . .

This is my first post to my blog.  I recently read that blogging is out of fashion and that only old people blog now.  Supposedly everyone else is on Facebook instead.  I guess I am old, because I prefer to write more than a sentence or two at a time and I don't feel like friending and unfriending or taking quizes or playing games on Facebook.  I will admit, if my husband leaves his Facebook page up on the computer I am drawn to it and I feel the need to read everyone's posts, even if I don't know the person posting.  Because of this I am extremely afraid to join.  I am afraid that I will get addicted and spend far too much time on Facebook.  I am happy the way things are now.  I read my friends' blogs and I love them.  I try to keep up with emailing or calling my friends that don't have blogs.  One day I will move on and join Facebook, I am sure, but for now I am going to be an old lady and start a blog instead.

The reason that I decided that I need a blog is because we have decided to move.  Our small family of four is going to move from Chicago, IL to Perrysburg, OH.  I have very mixed feelings about the decision (which my husband and I made together over the course of probably a year) but I know that ultimately it is the best choice for our children.  Right now I am going through what I am sure is the usual concerns, such as "Is this the best choice for our kids?", "Is this the best choice for my career?", "Is this the best choice for my marriage?", "Am I insane?", etc.  But when I hear my daughter, Mackenzie, tell her buddies that she is moving closer to Grandma and Papa and that she will be able to go to Grandma's cabin and fish, I feel like all is right with the world and that this move will be the best thing I've ever done.  So we trudge on.  Our house is on the market and it looks better than it ever has before (which makes me even more sad to leave it).  I have 2 days left at my present job and I desperately need to clean out my cube.  I have to contact doctors to get medical records, cancel appointments we have made, and make sure all of my bills are paid.  The list goes on and on, but one day summer will be here and I will get to watch my kids play with their cousins more than they have gotten to during their lives and I will be able to sit back and smile and know that it was worth it.

So to all of you that are saying prayers for us right now, thank you.  For all of you that have listened to me rationalize this over and over again, thank you.  And for all of you that are being patient with me as I am forgetful, weepy and short, thank you.

Oh, as far as the title of the blog goes, the moving part is obvious.  The shaking part is in honor of our children.  Mackenzie likes to "shake her booty", which my husband and I try to discourage.  Not so much the dancing part, but the singing of "shaking my booty, shaking my booty" while she sticks her bottom out and shakes it, generally buck naked after her bath.  Well, much to our chagrin our almost 2 year old son has decided this is a fantastic thing to copy and he has started doing it with Mackenzie.  So whether we like it or not, we are moving  and  shaking.