That's what he said to me yesterday when I told him we needed to go back and get our vacuum from the old house. I was so worried about how he would adjust to all of this new-ness. Turns out, all he needed was a giant set of stairs.
It's wild how fast this happened and my head is still spinning. They have their own rooms.
I've been unable to just sit down and write it out because we've been hard at work and working hard. I believe there is an ancient proverb somewhere along the lines of "One is most certainly insane to attempt relocation with small children. Buy wine. Take a nap." I'm paraphrasing, of course.
There are new rules to follow. You know, like, no running outside naked because we have neighbors now or we actually live on a street and those are actual cars driving right in front of our house or "No dudes, you cannot toss every toy you own down the stairs" or only one bath a day even if it is the most glorious bathtub is all the world.
Stay tuned. I'll be back next week and should be back to normal posting again.
Here'our stoop. WE HAVE A STOOP! If I could html in some big puffy rainbow hearts right here without some kind of copyright violation, I would. Or a flying unicorn with a herd of little baby rainbow unicorns in tow...all giggling.
Because we want to stay here forever. Amen.
xoxo, Mama Pants
PS: I missed you.