We are unpacking little by little. Today I gave myself a goal of boxes to unpack. When I was done I called my friend Michelle for a nice long chat. It was just what I needed. I went to the amish bakery down the road from our house.
I got goodies. Then I came home, kissed Matt goodbye for his first real day out on the train, and Quinn and I had PJ and unpacking day. I may have taken Dolce out potty in my tank top and sponge bob square pants pajama shorts. Hey neighbors!
Quinn ate strawberries like we never feed her.
I’m working on her nursery. I pinterested hot air balloons out of paper lanterns. She is super impressed with them and says “touch boons”, so she’s pretty much a baby genius.
This morning we had breakfast on the back deck.
In an effort to save them and set them free in the grass, he scooped them up in a bowl. They jumped 20 feet to the basketball court below. He freaked. Silly British boy thought they were dead. I laughed at him when he went down to give them a proper burial and they leaped away.
It’s chuckles all day at our house. I’m pretty sure our neighbors are like this-
They’d be right.
Moving into a new house is exhausting. It’s all coming together, though. And feeling a little more like home.