We are in our new house and things are going well.  On the day of closing, we tested the limits of our penmanship in a frenzy of signatures that seemed to drag on for hours and hours.  After the last page was turned and the last papercut treated with band-aids and neosporin, we walked out of the lawyer's office without the key to our new house.  I was a little frustrated. Ok.  I was pretty pissed off.  The realtor for the seller said he had to "Call the seller and ask her about her emotional state on the issue" of giving us the keys before the sale was recorded at the courthouse.  Nevermind the fact that the keys are traditionally handed off at closing.

 We went to lunch to raise my blood sugar a bit and let me cool off and while we were there, the realtor called us and said he had left the key under the mat at the new house. That was the only real problem with the closing other than the fact that we closed a day late.  The new house is 3100 to 3400 square feet and we are still loading our stuff in.  The kids are having a ball and there is a 5 year old boy next door, so Gabriel has already made a friend.

The boys are still adapting to their new house when bed time comes around, but Gabriel slept in a cardboard box in the living room last night and seemed to enjoy it immensely.  It was the first night he slept through until morning, so the box is staying as long as it's necessary.