You all are on pins and needles, no?
Well after a brief hiatus - I'm back, fools. We've just been a little busy.
Moving with a munchkin in tow plus workin' it on the night shift is a force to be reckoned with. Luckily we have a hot crew of friends and family that oh-so-conveniently own, what turned into, a fleet of trucks. My job requires a certain number of weekend hours punched in - which coincided beautifully with the timing of our move. The skinny of the situation? Hubbs brought the bed over the the new casa as a first order of business (sans sheets and blankets and pillows - opps). Fall asleep for the day (i.e. my night) in an empty house and wake up to a box-and-furniture filled home. Without lifting a finger.
{Brought to us by friends...and honestly, we needed a picture break.}
A side note of great importance - if any of you are living in an apartment and your man really wants to buy and furnish a thirty gallon saltwater reef tank and there is even a teeny tiny speck of a chance you will move in the next 30 years, just say no. With your I'm-really-serious-the-answer-is-no voice. I am proud to report, however, that all the little sea critters seem to have survived the trek. Seriously?
Little Lovely is getting big and is such a ham. Case in point -
Oh my. Which reminds me of an awesome story. I was at the grocery store when a middle aged African American woman comes up to me and joyfully starts exclaiming "What a sexy baby!" followed by initiating a conversation with Lovely including such dialogue as "Who's a sexy baby? You're a sexy baby! Who's a sexy baby!?!" In lieu of actually being able to speak back, Love simply hams it up, which exponentially escalated the situation.
Good to know she's all that and a bag of chips.
