Hello 701

Well, here we are. Smells kind of funny and who put all these boxes in here- oh yeah, us.

Come on Jack, you have to come in- don't be scared!

Wow, we've got a LOT of work to do. No, I mean A LOT of work to do. What were we thinking!?

Well, Phil's started with the kitchen, pulling down one strip of wallpaper every time he walks through, commenting "there, that's a little better" each time.

If I flip the wrong switch when I walk into a room one more time . . . and what is the deal with all these switches that do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

Yea- all the boxes in Wilson's room are empty.

Of course the washing machine isn't going to connect- why would it?

Of course the refrigerator won't connect to the water line- why would it?

Of course there's blue water leaking out of the bottom of the upstairs bathroom- why would it have been fixed like the previous owner said it would?

Wilson finally gets to open the "white box" contents unknown to him- he had to wait until we got to the new house. Once open, the Holy Grail. All of Daddy's hot wheels, hot wheels play sets, Micro Machines, and Micro Machine play sets doled out over a two or three day period. I don't think he left the rug in the playroom for 3 days straight.

Thank God for mammas who'll come and put shelf paper on all the shelves of your kitchen cabinets and pantry and unpack all the kitchen boxes.

Yea- all the boxes in the kitchen and master bedroom are empty.

Why won't any of the doors that go into the back yard just OPEN!

Yea- all the boxes in the den and dining room are empty.

Thank God for visits from old friends who'll comment on how great your new house is and how great it's going to be.

Thank God for visits from new neighbors who are super friendly and even baked cookies in addition to banana bread when they saw you had a child and that make you feel welcome and that you made a good choise in a neighborhood.

Thank God for the first night we all spent the night together in our new house:

"Goodnight, Wilson."
"Know what, Dad?"
"What?"
"I love my new house!"

Thank God the washing machine is finally hooked up and we can do laundry at our own house whenever we want to.

Thank God the refrigerator is hooked up and ice is making.

Thank God Jack has started growling at Wilson again. Not that we won't him growling, but at least he's decided this is territory worth fighting over.

Thank God the plumber is coming Monday morning to fix the toilet- and maybe he can figure out why there's a stream of water running from under the refrigerator.