And now for a heart-breaker:
Josie to me a few days before we moved: "Mom, how long do we have to live at our new house before we get to come back home?"
I'm pleased to report that she is starting to feel more and more at home here (as we all are). We're working through some kinks (*finally* got some WD-40 on the super-squeaky bedroom door that has woken her up every night so far) and we've met a few of our neighbors (did I mention the twin three-year old girls next door and the self-proclaimed "cookie lady" across the street?). All in all, we're getting settled. My home office is slowly but surely taking shape, and we'll definitely have a guest room in place by the end of the month (hint, hint). That said, we still don't have a kitchen table, but our Phish stools are serving us just fine at the moment. Oh and Louie & I still don't have real sheets on our bed, but at least I finally found my own underwear and only had to wear Lou's boxers for two days.
One more thing: Many of you have asked for our new address, which I will happily share by email but don't want to post here or on facebook for security reasons. And, rest assured that there are "We've Moved" cards on their way from Shutterfly coming soon to everyone on our holiday card list. :)
I'll leave you with a couple pics of Josie thoroughly-enjoying her new front porch (which is quickly becoming my favorite thing as well). Here she is waving down to me from the porch & enjoying some homemade banana bread with one of her favorite furry friends (with the box she converted to a playhouse with Carissa, doubling as a table here).
