Because J is such a lovely person, inside and out, I will answer her question that basically said, "Where the hell are you?"
This whole baby thing is a lot more time-consuming than I remembered it to be. Overall, she is a wonderful baby with a great disposition, but damn if the girl just cannot tolerate gas in her tummy. The screaming stays with me still...
But, we've managed to pretty much figure out what works and what doesn't at this point, so it is getting easier as time goes by and her digestive system matures. She is absolutely gorgeous, if I do say so myself, with golden brown hair and blue eyes. She sort of looks like this doll, actually, but her hair isn't as long. But she does have a lot of it, and it is the first thing people comment on. They are kind enough to not mention how it looks a bit like one of those troll dolls, because it is so fine and whenever she lays down or sits in her carseat, she gets major bedhead.
As for the move, I don't know how we did it, but we managed to pack everything and get everything out, although it took us three days to totally make sure all of our stuff was gone. We left stupid things like pot lids and stuff that the cleaning crew we hired found on the last day.
Well, actually I know how we managed to move, it was my family and friends that totally stepped up and helped us and we NEVER would have been able to do it without them. When the weather gets warmer, we are going to throw them a thank-you party.
And where we live? I LOVE it! We are the fourth house from the end of a cul-de-sac and on the first full weekend here, a group of neighborhood kids knocked on the door and asked if Mr. P could play. Since then, I hardly ever see him on the weekends, as there is a gang of seven or so kids that literally just jump around from house to house as they get bored. So we all sort of take turns watching them, but nobody gets them for too long.
Also, the neighborhood moms were kind enough to offer to include Mr. P in the local carpool, even though I don't yet have a car big enough to reciprocate, and besides the fact that Ms. P just hasn't gotten on a good enough schedule yet to make taking and picking up an easy thing to do. So, they are just simply taking him and picking him up for me in the morning, and man, is it a life-changer.
We are currently renting this house, for only a hundred more than what we paid in mortage and property taxex per month, and so far the next house we buy is going to have to be perfect in every way in order to get me to leave. This house is bigger, has beautiful marble floors and granite counters in the kitchen, a lovely view of the mountains, and did I mention a kick-ass cul-de-sac?
So in one sense we are great, and yet in another, I almost feel like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, because things are spookily good. Because I'm a pessimist like that.