Hurray!

Our couches have finally been delivered! We have waited for 5 weeks and are so excited to see some of the changes we are making. We have been working diligently at organizing and getting rid of anything we no longer need (and trust me, there is a lot of it!) in hopes of taking care of our spring cleaning now so that when spring comes we can work on our yard, which also needs a lot of work. However the more cleaning I do the messier it seems to be, which is odd because we have gotten rid of a lot of stuff and are still getting rid of more! It is almost as if for each thing I find its place it displaces five more things I then need to find a home. Oh well, it will just have to be a continual work in progress. Fortunately Little Moo is sleeping through the night in his bed so I am more rested and able to work on our various projects. Finally, now just on to potty training! On new furniture...

Shocking!!!

So, the terrible parents we are find it humorous when our son is upset. We both felt bad but could not keep from chuckling. We were at Fred Meyer and Little Moo was sitting in one of those monstrous carts that have the big plastic seat with steering wheels behind the actual cart. Great for kids, horrible for the parent that likes to shop without crashing into everything. Anyhow, the air here is particularly dry and the plastic conducive to creating static. So when trying to keep Little Moo from grabbing things off the shelf Zippercow grabbed his hand and of course zapped him. LM didn't like this so much and was crying and asked me to kiss his hand. So I did, and managed to zap him again with my lips. This horrified him and he started crying harder and he kept reaching to hug me and would get zapped. It just kept happening! Like I said we felt bad, but we still laughed. Aweful, we know.

Settling In

So finally we are settling in. Which of course sounds ridiculous since we've been here since late November. But now that the holiday season has officially passed we are finally emptying the rest of the boxes in our garage. We are finding that while we have shelves and various different storage, it isn't what is needed to make our new space the most functional so we have been selling some of the stuff we no longer need or have room for so that we can make room for furniture that will be much more functional. Sometimes it is just plain unpleasant to be rational and logical. We have managed to talk ourselves out of getting a new TV or Mac Laptop because we could rationalize other things we need to make our home better. And we just couldn't justify financing these things, especially since we have a working computer - I just wanted the laptop for the video and photo editing that is offered from iLife, which I can't find in any other program- and our current TV works just fine. Sometimes I dislike being a rational, responsible person. And I truly dislike the discomfort I feel as a result of spending money I shouldn't, hell I sometimes feel guilty for buying things I know I need! We did decide that new furniture would be practical. Matching, for a new house. But of course by new furniture I mean a loveseat and a couch, unlike most people who buy new furniture for the entire room. We of course could not rationalize that. Lame. I suppose it is good we found each other, Zippercow and I, because that is one more thing that makes us absolutely perfect for each other, we don't have to fight over money the other half is spending, because neither of us buy anything without first checking with each other. Sigh. We definitely don't go without, but we just have difficulty replacing something that doesn't really need replacing.

We are settling in other ways as well. Little Moo is doing much better in his bed. He still wakes up most nights but only very briefly and sometimes only needs reassurance from the door. We've discovered that he will stay in bed with the lights out if (and only if) his door is open with the gate up. Which isn't horrible, except our place isn't that big so it limits what we can do after he goes to bed without disturbing him. We have developed a nice routine where Zippercow reads him a story before bed, in bed every night. It's nice, he can't wait for bed! When we mention bed he grabs a book and races into bed calling "come on Daddy!" His favorite right now is " The Lorlax" (his words) they have read it every night for a week! It will be unfortunate when we have to return it to the library...