come on in

It's come to my attention (Thanks, Rachel)that I have failed to give a substantial visual update of our current residence.

Here's the kitchen. Note fridge already covered in papers and magnets and crap.

Here's the "nook". Isn't my new-to-me hutch cute? Big shout out to GG for providing the super cool denim place mats.

Family room and new olive drab sectional a la Mitchell.

Living room which is freshly painted but still filled with random crap and no furniture. I expect it to remain in this state for the next 2 to 3 years.

Upstairs loft aka the girls' room. Note super chic pink princess window covering. Jealous?

This is D's room. Notice T's black and white pillow? They are having difficulty sleeping apart.

T's room. Notice she did not get the metal bed set she was pining for.
-ps. My grandma is freaking out at all the unmade beds. =)

Our back yard is still a hazard, although it has seen progress.

finally

Okay. It's finally happened. We have moved. In fact, we've been here for a week and a day now. AMAZING. I L-O-V-E it for realsies. We have no furniture yet (mattresses, a couch and a forlorn loveseat are the sum total), but I can't help but wake up smiling each morning, listening to the coyotes make wierd howly-yipping noises outside my window. Yea for me!

hallelujah

Spot in which our tv used to sit

I cannot convey my thankfulness to Ray's In-Home Television Repair -- something of a misnomer since our tv had to be removed from our home in order to be fixed-- for making our family whole again. Tomorrow between 9 and 11 am they will return our tv to us. She has been absent from our home for what seems an eternity.

I will be waiting with bells on to welcome her home again.

bleh

Saturday was spent traveling from store to store in search of furniture that I do not hate. This was no easy task, I assure you. Why is it that when you actually have the fundage, it is impossible to find anything worth spending it on? Don't even throw into the mix the fact that my spouse, who typically has absolutely no opinion on anything, all of a sudden discovers that he has likes and dislikes. Fortunately, I am completely comfortable ignoring his newfound opinions.

Unfortunately for me, Mitchell is not the only one in the family who thinks that their opinion counts. There were several occasions where Taylor was in serious danger of being sold to strangers. At one point, she began to sob while we were browsing through the Youth Bedrooms section at the American Home Store. Apparently she was upset because I would not allow her to get a bedset that consisted of bunkbeds made of aluminum piping that were embellished with shiny chrome plates resembling the details on a semi truck. Are you kidding me?

But it's my room and I should be able to have stuff I like in my room!

This is where I officially became my mother because I answered with, "It's my money. I'm the one who has to like it. Not you." Yeah. Not too diplomatic. What can I say...

Needless to say, there were no purchases made on yesterday's expedition.