We will be moving in forever

I remember when I used to live in apartments and co-ops, and moving took a weekend or so. Now that I live in houses it just goes on forever. We have TOO MUCH STUFF. No matter how much I give away on Freecycle, there is always more and more and more. And it all needs to be unpacked and arranged. Or hung. Tonight Rocket Boy hung six more pictures. I realize that we don't really need to hang all our pictures, but then what is the point of having pictures? We have hung 21 so far, not counting calendars and things I just taped to the wall, like the tortoise poster (see below).

In this photo, Rocket Boy is preparing to hang up a new light we bought at IKEA last weekend. It's designed to go over a changing table, but I thought it would work well over a puzzle/game table too. It seems to do the trick. (That's a screw sticking out of Baby A's mouth, by the way. Sigh.)

Of course that's the other trouble with moving in -- your stuff never seems to work exactly right in the new house and you have to buy new stuff to add to your stuff to make it work. Like that light.

Also, life moves on and people change. Little people, in particular, grow up and need new toddler beds. I decided it was FINALLY time to ditch the cribs, so we bought nice new toddler beds at IKEA too. Here's Daddy taking apart one of the cribs.

And here we are in our new beds.

The cribs and their mattresses are gone already -- I freecycled them on Tuesday. A young woman drove up with an old truck and took them away. She said she had foster kids. Sometimes I think half the kids in Ridgecrest are in foster care. I told Baby A that the cribs had gone to new babies who didn't have any mommies and daddies. That concept was alarming to him, and I probably shouldn't have mentioned it. But I wanted him to know that the cribs would be appreciated by their new owners.

We had the piano tuned this morning, I emptied a complicated box this afternoon (full of odd bits of paper, each one requiring a lot of thought as to whether it should be kept, and if so, where), and tonight, in addition to the six pictures, Rocket Boy rigged up a place in the garage for the exercise ball. Bit by bit it's all getting done.