Oh man where to begin...this week has been crazy. As you might have read we are moving to Washington this week from Missouri. We wanted to get a few last minute Missourian things in so we headed to St. Louis on Friday and hit up The Arch, Brewery, and this great Kid's Museum that had an amazing Lego exhibit. One of the coolest museums I have ever been too. I even crawled threw a secret agent air duct. On Sunday we headed the Branson, if you are not from Missouri you might not know what Branson is. Look it up and think about a good family fun vacation. This is not the first time we have ventured down there but it might be out last so we wanted to do the Dixie Stampeded because well it is very Missourian. We also ate at Lambert's...this place was amazing. We walked up and they told us it was an hour wait. I was like no way we can find something else but then my friend told us she has waited up to 2 hours...I was like guess we are luck and man am I happy we waited. First off the wait was like 35 minutes guess they like to over estimate so the don't have angry customers. I had the chicken fried steak (the hen size) and it was bigger then my head. They also have what they call the pass arounds aka all you can eat sides. Now I was not a big fan of the macaroni and tomatoes but the fried potatoes where to die for. Now the crowning moment at Lambert's is the thrown rolls. They throw these huge...hot....fresh rolls right at you. Man was it a good time. Finally yesterday my sister came down with my nephews for Columbus day so I could see them one last time. We hit up goodwill and found some great deals on a Batman costume for him and some rain boots for me. I also helped my poor nephew out because all his pant legs where way to long ...seriously like 5 inches too long and took them in. That brings us to today. I am currently typing this as 3 movers rifle through my stuff. I am never good at this part of a move. I always feel like it is way too overwhelming and honestly I can't stand my house is such disarray but I guess to move on one but fully close the door. Also I feel like my beloved home is no longer mine. All of Ben's legos are packed up, pictures gone, and of course poor Maxwell is howling inside the laundry room. Oh the life of a traveler.