Goodbye chickens, goodbye playscape...

T minus 10 days. We're accumulating last ofs, and goodbyes, and wrapping things up, and eating down the food.

This weekend we had a lovely party with lots of friends, and a prime HEB chocolate cake with a squiggle-ized Space Needle rendition that was pretty damn fancy (and delicious, the last bites being consumed now). Last week we sent the chickens to their retirement village (really a retirement village, not a euphemism.)

It turns out two and a half + moving is a rough ride. Who would have guessed it. Miriam is incredibly verbal, so sometimes it can feel like she is much older... and then she has total utter meltdowns just because her feelings are big and the world is big and there is a lot going on. A lot going on. Sleep is erratic, and comes late, and she requested the other night to "Go to sleep in the new house in Seattle." Soon, baby, soon.

Sunday a local school sent folks to come dismantle the play structure to take it off to its new home, where lots of children can clamber all over it, so we're going to call that a definite win.

Still not packed up for the Seattle dump truck, but getting closer. Pictures are coming off the walls, clothes are getting significantly

Mark & my dad scoped out the new house, and it appears that we haven't made a tremendous error, huzzah. Just a little over a week now.....