Two crucial elements for executing this disaster of moving.
A pack and play and a Granny.
I think Gabriel was hiding so he could get out of cleaning or lifting furniture.
The day before the official move.
We slept on our memory foam topper that night. It was sweet. And terribly uncomfortable. But sweet. And sweet trumps uncomfortable, no?
Moving day!
We have a rug problem.
I am in shock that I actually have pictures of things in progress. More progress is in.... progress. PROGRESS! That's the theme. Maybe I'll re-do the blog..... Not our silly rodriguez house, but PROGRESS! PROGRESS! PROGRESS! No more stranger body hair and pee on the bathroom floors! PROGRESS!
Hoping for a whole new crop of progress pictures this weekend. We have a few projects we are itching to get to. Materials have been purchased. Google and youtube have been consulted. Teaser: Our very first, full blown DIY project is our master bath. And mostly because it makes me want to vomit with it's ugliness and gross factor. It's gotta go, yo.
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