Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

That picture has nothing to do with my post, but it's cute, so there it is. My brother and my newest daughter all dressed up on Easter Sunday. Love it.

We are home! Hooray!

I realize that everyone wants to see pictures of my house and I will show it to you, AFTER it gets painted. Right now, every other wall is either lime green or bright orange. I'm not a perfectionist, but...I prefer things to match. Maybe next month I'll give you the full tour. Hang in there.

As it stands, things are soooo good. The girls are ecstatic to be home. Poor little Abbie who was wetting the bed every single night in the U.S, has not wet the bed once since arriving in our new house. She refers to everything as hers. "My kitchen." "My bathroom." "My living room."

Elena likes the yard, her bedroom, her old toys and her closet full of clothes. (Where did all those pink dresses come from?)

Lexi is sleeping better, and has not left the house once since we arrived in our new city. She likes it better that way.

Brian and I feel relieved to have our little chicks back in their nest and are working hard every day to make this apartment OURS.

It's good to be home.