Moving is not fun! I feel like my life has been consumed by this move over this past week (not to mention the weeks before that in preparation for it.) No, but really things are going well. We moved into our new house a week ago. We had a lot of help from people in our ward and from Aaron’s family. Two of Aaron’s brothers even stayed over the night of our move and helped us with misc. moving in stuff the next day. Grace and Eve stayed at Aaron’s parent’s house for about a day and a half while we did the bulk of our move. They were very excited to return home to a new house (at least Grace was…Eve is
still getting used to the idea.) We are very grateful for everyone’s help.
It’s amazing how long it takes to get unpacked. Part of me just wants to unpack from sun up ‘til sun down until absolutely everything is unpacked and we can call it home. But of course that is not possible. The only time I can really get anything done is during the day for two hours while Eve naps and at night when both girls are in bed. Considering that, I think we have actually done quite a bit. The kitchen and bedrooms are almost all done, there’s just all the miscellaneous stuff that goes in the hall cabinets, in the office, and in the garage (what a disaster…we can’t even park in there yet!) We’re just glad to be here.
The other day it was pouring down rain and making all kinds of fun mud puddles in our backyard (which right now consists only of dirt!) Grace really wanted to go play outside, but I told her it was too wet and cold. She responded, “I know, I could put on my rain coat and boots and then go outside!” I had to admit it was a good idea, so that’s what she did. After being out there a little while she popped her head into the kitchen through the sliding door and said, “It’s raining so our flowers will grow!”
