Alex is back with us at the new house. We (Jeff) were worried that the transition to the new place would be a bumpy one, but so far, she has only had one problem - she can't stay up all night long to run around in circles playing her new bongo (thanks Gerry) and screaming like the baby banshee she is. She's having a great time running the loop from kitchen to foyer, living room, dining room, laundry room and back to kitchen. And the bedroom run, which takes more time as she has to inspect every room for dangerous pointy objects to pick up. Of which there are many at the moment, as every room has a little project or two involving at least a screw driver or pair of scissors.

But we're over half-way unpacked. And by that I mean that we've unpacked over half the things that actually need to be unpacked. There are innumerable boxes of too small baby clothes, extra curtains and random Star Wars paraphernalia, not to mention the millions of flower pots. But we've chosen to wade through the morass of uneccessaries at our leisure (maybe when we're buried under a foot of snow and can't figure out how/if the new-to-us snow blower works).

All of Alex's toys and books have been unpacked, of course. I find it impossible to fathom how we fit all that stuff in our former living room. Goldfish come to mind - I've heard they grow in conjunction with the size of the tank they're in, so perhaps plastic kitchens do the same relative to the living room size? It certainly seems that way, because we're still tripping over every block, fake frying pan and tractor. Well, the cats have more to lurk around and puke leaves onto, so that's one good thing about the baby stuff that seems to threaten swallowing the world.

Alex is asleep in the next room, and we're very hopeful that she'll have a good night. Not convinced that she will, but she did burn a lot of energy tonight, stopping only to eat a little Spanish rice and some pie, so perhaps.........