I am pleased to have found: a good OB/GYN, a hair dresser, a preschool, almost all of Jillson's school supplies, a dentist, an endodontist, an oral surgeon, a great sandwich shop/deli, a neighborhood book club, a great ice cream shop, a gym, a library, an awesome vet, and a good church option.
We are finding our rhythm with the Gutsy Dad gone during the week and home on the weekends. This will last for three weeks, and we are in week two. The house hasn't burned down, and we're all still alive.
Chins are up.
I am setting up my scrap-nook. I am filing random papers as I unpack them. I am trying not to panic that the baby's room is not set up. At all.
I am still spacing on replying to emails and phone calls and letting people I love know that I love them. I am just assuming that they KNOW.
I am not taking as many photographs as I would like. I am not sharing as many photographs as I would like.
But life is good. I love my house more and more every day. It is starting to feel like home. I am meeting new neighbors, new friends, other moms of many girls.
I feel I could be happy here for a long, long time.
(Photos are from July 20, and I feel as though my belly has doubled in size since then. Must. Take. More. Belly shots!)