We've Moved!

It's done. It's final. We've moved. It's bittersweet, too. I went to the "old house" yesterday and got really sad when I went through it and nothing was there. I miss my hardwood floors and my new cabinets and my bathrooms and my walk-in shower and the rain shower head and my office with shelves and everything about it. In honor of my "old house" I'll post some pics some day. I've just spent entirely too long waiting on them to load. Maybe another day I'll have more patience. Probably not, but one can hope, right? Now I have to move on. I'm excited about living next door to David's parents. It's already been a huge help and so convenient. They are great neighbors, not to mention quite possibly the best land lords you could ask for. I mean, who puts granite in for renters? Melanie has also been working on our front garden and they've already mowed for us twice. I think I can get used to this. :-)

Meanwhile, RA cut three top teeth and turned 8 months old. He's such a mess. He's obsessed with opening and closing doors. Any door. It could be the front door, it could be the bathroom door, it could be doors on cabinets. He's happy as long as he can open and close them. We've had a couple pinched fingers, but that still doesn't stop him. He's a maniac. We've decided that whenever he starts whining and crying and not acting like his usual, sweet and happy self, we're going to call him "Roberto" (said in a heavy Mexican accent). Roberto has been gracing us with his presence a little bit lately, but I think he's about to leave for awhile and we'll get to enjoy our sweet Robert Alan now that his teeth are fully in. I'm loving this age right now. He's fun to play with, but he'll also play in his play pen on his own for awhile. He can do new things, like eat apples on his own, and I can tell he's trying to check things out. We also had to put his bed on the lowest ring so that when he stands up, which will be very soon, he can't get out of his crib. I love when he wakes up and I go in and he's sitting up smiling at me. That's his newest trick--sitting up from a crawling stance. He's great. Life's great. I'll miss my house, but we're working towards something better and I can handle having dinner offered to me about every other night for awhile. :-)

Talk to you soon!