Moving is a whole lot of work

I've said it before and I'll say it again:  Moving stinks.  I don't like it for a whole bunch of reasons.

But, you do find things in boxes that you forgot you had.

Oh, wait.  I knew I had that one.  In fact, I don't remember putting her in a box.  But we did find her in a box. 

And my little statue I made in junior high that resembles a little dog I had in junior high.  Her name was Squirt.  She was such a sweet dog.

We decided the kids needed dressers and we found a couple on Craigslist for $50.  When we came back from getting them, we found this running around the front pasture.

And this!

Grandpa had taken them all out and set them all up.  They were so excited.  And I nearly cried.  That is precisely why we moved to this particular place. 

By the light of the moon, even.

V even go in on the action.  Mr. C wanted NOTHING to do with getting on, though. 

That's okay.  He won't be able to resist this face forever.

A huge thank you to my mom and dad.  Without them we would be nowhere close to where we are now.  They helped us caravan up, mom took the girls, dad came and lent some elbow grease (though I think he's going to need a serious refill on that before too long).  Also, a big thank you to my brother for loaning us his truck and trailer.  We would have been making more trips without that. 

We've made some serious progress again today.  We still need to finish the classroom/sewing room.  The kids' rooms are under control, we don't have to dig through boxes to find clothes.  Though there is still a lot of work ahead of us, the main portion is done and I feel like we are on the downhill slide.  Except I need to not run out of gumption before we hit the bottom.

And a public service announcement:  If you are moving from Mountain Time to the Pacific Time, don't do it in the fall the same weekend that the time goes back to standard time.  We are officially two hours off and it is quite inconvenient.