Making It Our Own

I love it here/I hate it here. The kids are great.  I am still adjusting. In the meantime, we're doing our best to pick up with the old routines to make this house our home. I miss my old kitchen and its abundant counter space, but where there's a will there's a way for counter top dancing.






Just call me Dragon Mom.

Roommates

About three or four weeks ago, we moved the girls into the same bedroom together so that the new baby can have the nursery.  You'd think that room sharing would be cause for a major milestone post with lots of stories to report, but as I am sitting here knocking on all kinds of wood, all I can say is that it has gone surprisingly, amazingly well.  No news is good news.  Let's hope it stays that way.

In lieu of nightmarish bedtime anecdotes, here are some recent pics of the little roomies.








Post-haircuts. (The bob was Georgia's idea.  So were the boots.)


This is actually the best possible outcome as far as the scenes I find when I decide to go ahead and shower when no other adults are around to supervise the girls.


June first put on Joe's socks, and then Georgia declared, "You look like Superman!" and copied her.  (I'm thinking maybe they have not seen Superman, how 'bout you?)