Well, I just looked out the window and discovered that my not-quite-four-year-old, encouraged by his brother, had climbed up onto the seat of his tricycle in order to reach the cross-bar of the clothesline and was hanging from it with a look of wild panic on his face.
So I guess you could say that life is back to normal around here. We are sort-of settled in, if you consider living with piles of boxes in your living room to be settled in, and life has gotten back to its normal routine of failing a lot. The toilet has overflowed at least once; the boys have had a fight that resulted in Sam sporting a huge blue goose egg in the middle of his forehead for a week; the dog has puked on the couch; and I backed our van out of our new driveway into our car on the first weekend we lived here. Like I said, back to normal.
So with this return to normalcy, such as it is around here, I thought that I really should probably get back into my blogging routine. So this is my solemn promise that I will blog at least three times in the coming week, and they will be longer than this one.
I had intended to blog longer today but Thomas the Tank Engine is stealing my brain cells. Sorry about that. 
Oh, you poor thing!!!
Hope everything starts going better for you!!!
Hey you’d fit right in over here! Sounds fun.
Oh my word Erin….
This world is in need of more of your blogs. Maybe you should tell that big lazy oaf of a husband to take the kids out of the house for awhile so you can blog!
girl, your life is just too much like mine! LOL
The joys of the normal life have returned!! Normal is soooo over rated!! Hang in their Kido!
Good to have you back!