We're Here

Yeah. I fell of the blogging radar completely over the past week? Week and a half?  I don't know, I just know it's been a while.

But we made it.

Safe and sound, though not without a couple of adventures I was not asking for (Ben wasn't either for that matter).

And it's beginning to feel more and more like home.

Here are couple of pics of the new pad empty. I missed the guest bedroom and dining area, but here ya go:

When you first enter our apartment, the "master" bedroom is on your immediate right and the wash room is on the immediate left. I apparently missed pics of the washroom, too, but I didn't forget the master bedroom:

 Zoë is sleeping in this room. We chose to give her the master because 1) the bathroom is smaller than the "guest" bathroom and 2) this bedroom supposedly has a smaller closet. I'm not convinced about #2 but I am about #1 and with two people sharing one of the bathrooms, I opted for the guest to be ours.

 Our lovely living area. Complete with a fireplace that has no grate. HA! What's it for if you have no grate? This is straight in front of you as you enter.

 A really bad pic of my kitchen :) It's the widest kitchen I've had since we've been married. It unforunately has a teeny tiny space they call my pantry but we're making it work.

From the dining area there is a small space, I guess you could call a hall, that our bedroom and bath are off of. Bedroom to the right (no pics yet...sorry!) and this is to the left. Love how the sink is seperated from the toilet/shower area by another door. 

And this little cutie did PHENOMENAL throughout the entire ordeal. And she likes the boxes :)

Well, I'm going spend time with my husband, who no longer has 1 am shifts! HOORAY!

P.S. I love watching him walk out the door in professional dress. He looks so good :)

I'm Behind...

*Side Note* So I wrote this post just before we moved when all the sudden I had no internet. That's right. We learned our lesson of when to tell people to shut everything off the hard way. Oops! Here is what was going on before we traversed to good ol' Texas:

...on reading the blogs I follow.

...on blogging the stories that I've wanted to share but are aimlessly floating around in my mind because I'm swimming in boxes.

Not sure when the next time I will be able to blog. Tomorrow is "pack-the-u-haul" day. Friday is d-day. And I'm not sure when we will have access to internet.

I can't believe it's here.

I keep feeling like I'm having an out of body experience. Or that maybe I'm dreaming. It's just so weird.

Since my brain is floating around in a bunch of boxes I thought I would let you in on why it's like that.

Boxes...

...and boxes...

...and more boxes...

...lots of others...

...yeah.

And all those pictures don't include the bedroom. Or Zoë's closet.

It's Never Been THIS Messy...

...in my home (That's the hubs telling a friend we're moving).

I'm not 100% sure we have enough boxes :)

What do you think?

A Little Girl from Texas

That is what Zoë will be, at least for a year.

And it is causing me significant stress right now.

I just need to give it to God.

I guess I should fill you in on what is going on over here in our household. I don't know if you remember this post where I talked about my dreams of my hubby having a solitary job. Well, it's coming true. Not exactly within the time frame I was thinking when it came to finding a home wherever it relocated us, if it did, but a solitary job nonetheless.

As of November 12th, he will start work in Texas.

That's right. We're moving to good ol' Texas.

However, if you notice the date, that's in a little more than 3 weeks. And if we move the way Hubs wants to, we'll be moving in T minus 3 weeks. He'd like for us to all move at the same time and get there just a few days before he has to report to his new spot.

That date is looming over my head. I'm trying to not let it, but it happens. It happens where I can feel my heart begin to palpitate and my brain feel like it's going to explode. Because I worry about what I cannot control and become overwhelmed by the work that this requires. With a teething baby in the mix.

Thankfully, Hubs is very understanding.

All this to say that my little bit will be known as a little girl from Texas. At least for a year. Maybe longer.

Guess it's a good thing we bought her some pink cowgirl boots :)