We finally got a piece of the pie

Well, we made it. We're in the new place at last.

With most of our belongings intact. There were a few moving-related casualties (some glass jars, a wardrobe shelf), but nothing too major.

We've unpacked Nolan's room, the kitchen, the bathroom and the living room thoroughly and completely. Our bedroom, the office, the playroom and the guest room are kind of half-assedly done. The rest of the basement (besides the office and the playroom) is in a state of complete and utter chaos, with little islands of order carved out for the cats' area and the laundry area. Pictures will come when we're a little more organized.

The Verizon dude finally showed up today to hook up the Internet (Yeeeeeee-ha!) and the TV (whatever). And the land line phone. Thank God for cell phones - how did we manage these major moves before cell phones? Did we just lose contact for five days or however long it took to get the phone hooked up? I guess we did. I really don't remember, and I certainly moved a number of times before the year 2000, which is when I first got a cell phone. Huh.

So anyway. We're here, we're not dead, we made it. It wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Now we're going to Cali for a week to chill the fuck out, before we come back and close on the Boston house and KB has his orientation for his new job.

Whew.

Thanks for reading.

Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic

So we leave in one week. Next Friday, between 8 and 10 am, the movers will drop all our stuff off at our new place in Princeton. They're coming to pack us up (they're coming to take us awaaaayyyy, ha ha hee hee ho ho!) on Thursday, and we're actually driving down that night, but we won't really be there be there until Friday. So one week from today we start our new life.

And this week has been nuts.

Monday, we signed the purchase and sale agreement on the house (yay!) and Nolan had his two year check-up*, Tuesday KB left for Kentucky to take The Test, Wednesday he flew back and we went out for a nice dinner in the North End, Thursday we had a Thank God The Test Is Over barbecue with KB's classmates and today I had a good-bye and good luck kind of playgroup/party with my mom's group. Oh, and did I mention Tuesday was our wedding anniversary? And Thursday was Nolan's birthday? Yes.

So tomorrow we have our own "So Long and Thanks For All the Fish" shebang, and then we just (just!) have to pack up our entire lives and move to a completely different state and start all over. That's all.

So I guess what I'm saying is I'm capitalizing on this excuse to slack off on the blogification for a while. A week or so. Just long enough to start a new life and all.

Thanks for reading.

*37 inches tall, which is the 97th percentile, 30 pounds, which is the 75th percentile, and 51 cm head circumference, which is the 95th percentile. My boy's above average! Woo-hoo! He also had to have blood drawn for an anemia test, and the damn phlebotomist couldn't find the vein in his right arm, so she poked and prodded for a while and then switched to the left arm while my poor Noney was shrieking and writhing in my arms. I don't think I've ever had quite such a visceral reaction to Nolan's pain before - I wanted to grab the woman and shake her and scream "Stop! Hurting! My! Son!" until she dropped the big scary needle and apologized unreservedly. Luckily I managed to restrain myself long enough for her to get the friggin' blood.