Migration: Early Notice

I've been debating and contemplating moving my blog from here to a WordPress blog. The writing app for iPad and iPhone is really...not very good, and the writing in my new (!thanks Mom!) iPad on a browser doesn't work either. There are a host of minor, very first-world-problems, that cause draft posts to pile up on my phone or iPad until I can get time on our laptop to do all the laptop/browser only details which make each post flow, have pictures, etc.

I don't have a new web address yet, and I will be migrating my content as well as dual posting for a while after the Big Move. But I know I have some loyal readers out there and I wanted to you know, first thing, to keep your eye out for the new address. I promise I will try to keep this move as simple for everyone as possible.

On The Shelf

The major event of the weekend - the one that took three days to clean up from - was unpacking the majority of our books and getting them on the shelves.

There is still more to do - still many more books to unpack - but we are all happier in our living room. It feels like ours in ways that furniture and laundry piles just can't replicate.

We love books. We read all the time. Recently the one-year old has figured out the magic of bringing a board book to me to be read infinite times. ((Banana, Spoon, Cracker... add nausea)). It's gratifying to my Mama-Heart to know she will be adding to these shelves. Our shelves reflect classes we have taken, writing we have done, interests we have pursued, dreams followed or let go. So many books are old friends.

Bookshelves are a reflection of life and soul. I'm so glad we have books (and lots of them) in every room.

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*While I was contemplating this post I ran across this awesome bookshelf with a reading cave built in! How I would love to put that in our house somewhere, someday, when we have room for it!

What's Next?

We just moved in. The house is ours (more accurately it belongs to a bank, but let's not get too picky) and we already love it. But there is a pile of boxes in every room. There are projects upon projects.

And I don't know where to start. So I started here. With a blog. Because if I don't do something that isn't moving related, I think my brain might melt out my ears. That would leave an unpleasant and sticky puddle on my new floor. Which would be another project for me do contemplate.

Brother-Bug is doing a puzzle and singing to himself and Sister-Bug is sleeping. She's been sleeping most of the day and I hope she's not sick. I could go sleep with her, maybe. But then I would wake up and there would still be boxes. And more boxes. And baby locks to put in the kitchen.

So here we go. Breaks over. Make some tea, woman!

What's next??