Slightly crazy. In survival mode. Will prevail.

   There I am nursing Miss I, in what is, God-willing, our new bedroom come Wednesday. (None of the furniture is ours)

We're only a little bit nuts right now with insanity of trying to keep everything together these last few weeks before our impending move.  Currently we're in Florida, finishing up home details, B's got work obligations, and the "getting to know you!" thrill of scoping out your new town.  And what a town it is.  Ah yes..., dear readers, there's much fodder for the blog a comin'.  Nothing bad, just different.  The gentle haiku of life that has been the last year, with the soft pats of like-minded parenting, delectable culinary delights abounding, and the warm, nurturing atmosphere of a sophisticated collegiate hub is giving way to a different clime that, trust me, will yield to me.  I will crack this nut.  There might not be a mom's group here now... but there will be.   Happily, everyone we have met so far has been affable and helpful.  Liking that a LOT.  Oh, and the street we are moving to, has THE most beautiful trees I've ever seen in my life.  Like, literally, the show pony's of Live Oaks.  That alone is worth it for me.  Look for a series on these trees to come later this summer!


So, aside from the stress of a house closing that, until the ink is dry, I'm still all, "let's just be hopeful, heh heh", but really I'm like, "Oh shit, I hope I didn't totally screw up this whole transaction because I bought that dress from Anthropologie!", living in a hotel room with two toddlers (one of whom is turning ONE this week!) and not having a clue where you are going at any given time (oh, don't worry, we've already been to Target, Barnes and Noble and all the Starbucks', I am bionic in my ability to sniff out those places) we're doing okay.  The impending move from our nice little life in Madison where I can easily envision my children growing up with the five+ kids THE EXACT SAME AGE AS THEY ARE all on the same block, to the place where our neighbor behind us has died (but hey, that means we might be able to buy the adjacent empty lot!) and his house creepily stands empty (but yet, his pool is still filled), is pulling on all the available cells left in my creative coffer to turn this into the grand adventure I know it can be.

All will be well.