A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That

We've now been here officially for a week.

I'm proud to say that I only have three boxes left to unpack. I FINALLY got the kids room to get it into shape. It seemed that one of them was always napping when I wanted or needed to get in there. But I buckled down this morning and did most of it before I took a shower. Go Me!! Two of the boxes left and full of pictures - I don't feel that they really count. As soon as I get permission, I'm putting those babies all over the walls! :) We really are blessed, you know?

I've only met on woman in the ward whom I now know by name. I feel a bit lonely. But the unpacking has kept most of that at bay long enough to get to another Sunday. It's funny how those who live in townhomes/condos or apartments tend to stay to themselves. We women don't get out of the house tons anyway if we're not in our cars. However, it seems that I hardly see anyone out and walking around. I think it will get better as it gets warmer. Time will also help. I do like it thusfar, but it would be nice to know a few people.

Patrick decided he wanted to crawl on the day that we moved in. So suddenly, there's a little person into everything that he can get his hands on moving around the floor and getting under everyone's feet. I swear it always happens at the worst times. But in the same breath I will tell you that I'm thrilled for him! I'm so excited and relieved to know that he can finally get around a bit. Unfortunately, that also means that he can get to my legs easier to just hang on and whine for me to pick him up. . . :( Oh, well. Speaking of, has anyone else's thumbs hurt after a while just because your picking your child up? Patrick is weighing in at over 21 lbs. and it takes it's toll on my thumb joints. They're getting better, but they were feeling very bent out of shape about two weeks ago.

Rebekah has decided that it's absolutely necessary to step on anything that's on the floor, climb on anything that could be dangerous (or not), and scream "STOP IT" at me when I ask her not to do something. I'm trying to decide if it's funny or just plain annoying. Usually the vote is heavily weighed on the annoying side. We've had a lot of time in the time-out chair to learn how to talk to mommy lately.

Has anyone ever had that lovely experience of moving into a place and finding it dirtier than the place you just left? I thought my poor hands were going to get a break from cleaning for a week or so, but apparently the Landlords had something else in mind. I thought seriously about complaining and having them clean it, but I never got around to it and then figured it would get done faster if I just buckled down and did it myself.

I had to share a few random pictures. Rebekah is eating quite a bit better now - as proof, I have a picture of her eating her spaghetti. One of those wonderful foods that's better the more you spread it around, right? Also, she was found wearing this combo earlier this morning. I put the dress on over her original outfit, she found the hat and gloves. I thought that it was remarkable that she managed to put the gloves on right. Talk about a funny combination!