I have pictures. Yes. I do. But frankly, I'm just too darn lazy to track down the box that has the cord thingy that transmits the pictures from my camera to the computer. I promise I will follow up with some dandies.
Anyhow, no move is stress-free - particularly if you have an almost-five-month-old (gosh really? Already?). However, my Dad graciously granted us some movers to help haul all of our things to the new place and thus avoiding so much chaos. It's still a move and it's still chaotic but it was that much less so in this case.
We're kind of half living in boxes right now but it's in a delicious (can you tell I love this word?) beautiful house with hardwood floors and original mid-century charm. We also have the luxury of tossing the stash of I-have-know-idea-what-to-do-with-this-stuff in our garage. Out of sight, out of mind. I am also currently doing a load of laundry in the basement. Yes, you heard me...laundry in the basement. Eeek! We also happened upon a new microfiber plush couch and oversized rocker at Fred Meyer for waaaay cheap and pounced on them. They are now emitting their newness and shine gracefully in the middle of the disarray that is currently our living room.
To add more enthralling adventures to the charm of our new abode, Thurston is now settling more into a routine. If it is severed (heaven forbid), he goes ballistic and we learn the necessity of adhering to his schedule. However, if all goes well (as it has today), he is the perfect little thing. Last night I nursed him to sleep in the living room and then placed him in his crib at 9:15. I fell asleep around 10:30. The next thing I know, my alarm is going off at 5. Immediately this sends me into an all-out panic thinking that Thurston cannot possibly have slept this long and therefore must not be breathing. However, when I went to check on him, he was fast asleep (and breathing quite well thank you very much).
Now, he might have looked quite cozy and happy in sleepy goodness at 5:00 in the morning but I was quite uncomfortably full, having not nursed in 8 hours. I gently woke him into a half sleep to nurse and then laid him back down in his crib. He rolled to his side, sneezed and was out for the count. I found out later from Dave that he slept until 10:30! He's currently on his third nap since then, which means we'll have a happy baby who'll probably sleep well again tonight (I hope). More sleep=better sleep.