We're in!

We're in! Well, sort of. If you count living with boxes as "in," well then, we're in.

Closing day on the Hartland home was long and stressful, but well worth it to spend our first night together as a family in a very long time. Erich was delivered by Grandma Barbara and Dax delivered by Uncle Jeff. We all tumbled into bed (set up by the movers) in an exhausted, but satisfied state.

Reality came hard the next day, with trying to get vehicles titled and plated, since in Wisconsin one legally only has two days from establishing residency to do this. We also needed to unpack and unpack and unpack. I have a new appreciation for the unpackers we were able to hire in St. Louis. No such frivolity with this move, and as a result we will surely be unpacking boxes for the next five years.

Our house is slowly becoming our home, and with some targeted improvements we are sure it will quickly become a familiar and comforting place. We've already met more neighbors in the first week than we met in the first year in St. Louis, which makes us feel great about the area we've chosen to live. There is a walking path along the Bark River, which is directly across the street from our house, which will make for awesome family walks. There are playgrounds for Erich close by and loads of places to explore.

Yes, yes, we know you all want photos, but it will have to wait just a bit longer. We need to find the box in which the the batteries are packed.