1 Week Post Move

There was little while this past week that I wondered if we were going to make it out alive. But here we are. It started with Sam and a 104.9 fever the night before we were scheduled to move. Pitiful, right?

Then a fast and furious move with sick kid in tow. We are super thankful for all the wonderful friends and family that helped. We are so blessed.

Next, the kids christened this house with vomit, diarrhea, bruises, and blood. Welcome home.

But we had some good times too.

Like Boston won the World Series.

A spontaneous pajama/pumpkin conga line.

A smiley pumpkin.

A Redsox fan pumpkin.

It was quiet. You know that's a bad sign with a toddler. This is what I found. A little climber. He pulled out the chair and climbed up and onto the table to eat his sister's leftover mac n cheese. Busted.

I have about a thousand boxes left to unpack and ambitious plans to have an open house at the beginning of next month . . .but hey, I finally wrote a blog post right? ;)