Everyone says this, but it’s very true. I think it’s like labor. You forget how awful it is just in time to want to do it again. We moved in last Saturday, and I am just now in a place where the pieces are coming together. My kitchen is done, all the furniture has been properly placed, the boy’s rooms are coming together. My oldest did an amazing job putting her little apartment out back in order. I still need to hang pictures and get towels for the boy’s bathroom.

I bought this darling print of the words to “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” yesterday, and sang it to SB while brushing his teeth. It’s now his new favorite song and I’m pretty sure each of us sang it a million times last night. 

I’ve done the Target run wherein you spend a million dollars on towel bars and trash cans and such, so that’s behind me. My mom is coming tomorrow so I am trying to get laundry caught up today so I can clean tomorrow. 

All in all, it’s almost done. There are a million projects, like some updating on the chicken coop and finding a riding lawnmower, and figuring out how to fence this whole thing so the dogs can’t get out, but that will happen in time. 

Happily, I am totally, completely in love with this house and this land, and I still can’t believe my good fortune in being here.