Moving on my own last Thursday when Jeff was at work was like moving your apartment while herding cats. Cats that will not stop biting each other. I would wrangle the girls into the elevator and down the hall plus a grocery cart of things. Each trip took a good 30 minutes. On one run, they both insisted on taking their Elmo chairs with them. They struggled carrying the bulky things. Said Elmo chairs also giggle and shake when moved. We were a sight.

Of course, that was just the first day and I was crazy to think I could do much while herding the cat girls. All moved into our new bigger apartment now with much help from family and friends. It was slightly hell and I can barely walk now to prove it. I have not had such a bum knee since I was super fat.

The girls now have their own room (and bathroom!) and we have our first ever kitchen table. We sit there and eat like normal folks now. No more dinner at the tv. Today, Rachel had a tantrum about going outside and said, "home" and I realized she doesn't understand this is her new home. Poor Rachel. They have Dora toddler beds and I have found each lounging and reading on them.

A few pictures from their Nanna:

Rachi is super cool moving the dvds without shoes:

Both girls dancing in mommy and daddy's shower:

Gone is the view from the 7th floor solarium, instead now we have a 3rd floor view of the street and all the people walking by. It is a bit like having a front porch.

Today I dreamt that I went to my own website and it was totally brand new, with all new products. Exciting things I had never thought of. Perhaps this means other parts of my life need an overall, a move, a new front porch.

More pics to come. I am tired and it is late and one must sleep sometime.