I am beginning to think that the life of a hobo wouldn't be so bad.
You could carry everything you own on your back.
We have unpacked, unpacked and unpacked some more. I have passed the one million mark in dishwashing. I didn't count, but I'm certain I've washed at least a million things. Today Daddy-O is hauling off boxes and paper so we can unpack some more.
Baby Sister was a pretty good helper until she found a better thing to do.
All these boxes are a kid's heaven!
And in a chaotic household, a little solitude is welcome.
"Stay out of my box," says Baby Sister.
You can finally see the floor.
A perfect place for a much-needed tea party break.