We’re in LA, completely buried in boxes and busy learning a new city.
I can’t find the box with Simon’s bath sponge so Jeff had to hold him over the kitchen sink for his bath.
The stove doesn’t work and the maintenance guy won’t be coming until tomorrow. We’re on Day 8 of takeout, sandwiches, and bagels. (I just now found the bowls, so we can move up to microwaved mac ‘n cheese! Woot!)
LA has just as many palm trees as I’d feared, and all this sunshine is annoying as hell.
We went to Ikea for the first time and it was awesome.
The only reason I’m able to blog now (and one-handed, at that), is because we’re currently doing this:
And as soon as he’s done, I must get back to tackling this:
But I’d rather be writing. A short list (more for myself than anything) of things to tell y’all about:
- Simon’s birth story
- Adventures in the NICU
- Leaving St. Louis (including the boys’ road trip)
- Meeting the family
- The new apartment
Until then, have a picture of a baby wearing preemie-sized jeans:
PS>I just unpacked my KitchenAid and am fighting the urge to abandon all the unpacking and go bake something.