Moving is always an adventure. But it's more of an adventure when you have a one-year-old in tow and you paint and carpet the whole house before you move in.
Somehow the one-year-old gets covered in paint. It's even in his hair. I really shouldn't be surprised I guess.
But even with all that, he's still "Mommy's Team." I find some humor in that.
You can't see it, but he's wielding a paint brush at this window. A wet paint brush that he stole from the paint tray.
And I found this in a corner of the hall. I'm sure there are matching prints on the wall.
Meet Gloria. She came with the place and she's quite the chicken. Apparently she's nine years old and has out-smarted coyotes around here for that nine years. She follows me around like a dog would.
The carpet is going in as I type. The horse is out in the pasture. The girls are on their way with grandma and the dog. My kitchen is workable and laundry is going.
All that might make it feel like home, but I still miss SE Idaho. I probably will for a really long time. Possibly the rest of my life.