Moved!

We made it. It looks like a forest full of trees shat out packing paper all over the house, but all our stuff is here. Somewhere. The move went about as well as it could have gone, I guess. Mitch had to work, so it was all me. And the kids. And the dog. And the five movers, three of which appeared to have had intestinal issues. Which Grace broadcast about out the upstairs window to the neighbor kids after the movers left.

I took a poll last night at dinner about what everyone liked the best about living here and missed the most about Whidbey Island.

Loved:

Mitch- Seven minutes to his office, even in traffic
Me- Costco, Target, and Trader Joe's all within 5 miles
Jack- Everything
Henry- New room is twice as big as his old room, now he doesn't have to clean up his Legos
Olivia- The neighborhood playground
Grace- The kids that she has made friends with by shouting out the upstairs windows
Seamus- (guessing, here) Three walks a day with Jack, nearest dog neighbor is another Wheaten Terrier, but obviously not as cute as he is

Misses:

Mitch- the isolation and chickens
Kate- the natural beauty and my friends
Jack- nothing!
Henry- his buddies
Olivia- the chickens
Grace- her fairy garden (tears while telling us this)
Seamus- eating chicken poop, chasing chickens, rabbits, and deer

Will post pics if I ever find my USB thingie for the camera.