



We made it into our new house. The move did not go smoothly. There is a saying that once you are over thirty years of age, you need to hire movers to move you instead of asking friends and family to move you. Looking back to last week, I got to agree with this. One thing I am sure of, is that unless Mark gets a MAJOR job promotion with a MAJOR relocation package, stock options, etc, I will not be moving again until Mark and I move into a retirement condominium in Tampa Florida.
I am working on just getting settled, and trying to have some fun along the way. We found a pizza joint in the area. Not fancy, but it sure was tasty. The girls and I located the local library and a Starbucks close by. Cari is officially walking more than crawling just in time to live in a two story house. And Ellie is finally interested in crawling. She is trying so hard. Poor Abbey is out of sorts, and misses her friends. I am hoping to have her in school by late next week to start her own routine. Despite life's challenges, it feels good to be back.

























