We've been moving. Slowly but surely. It feels like an eternity. One box at a time. In between naps and Gramma availability. Our house will soon enough feel like a home. We had our first visitors this evening. The Pirics' showed up with homemade soup, beer, and celebratory cigars and we let the night roll from there. Michael enjoyed exploring his new territory. He's in love with the backyard. He wondered about making sure he hit every nook and cranny before retiring for the evening. I think we have a Bear Grylls on our hands. Will, on the other hand, slept through the festivities.
One box at a time, Kim, one box at a time.
Our company enjoying beer and cigars on the party deck.
I was inside dreaming about the soup.
Look, Ma, I found my toys!!
This kid didn't help with one box :)
Off he goes...
Mr. Great Outdoors!