Wierd. Do NOT Give Her A Key.

With the help of many strong backs, willing spirits, and du-rag-wearing nut jobs, I am thrilled to announce that we now occupy the greatest house in the world (as far as I'm concerned, anyway).

For those of you who might not recognize her (like Papa) ... this is Nannie. This sweet woman slaved over our old house, leaving it sweet and clean for our renters, pretty much unpacked my entire kitchen the night we moved, and spent hours playing hide-and-seek with Andrew.


Super fly Aunt Sallie is the best thing since sliced bread. This lady can haul boxes and wrap pictures like a pro, and look like a darling peasant woman while she does it.


Here's my baby daddy, lookin' all fine while he puts together a tv cabinet. I just found out he not only has a favorite screw driver, he's named it Steve.


The kids were major champs on moving day. Andrew was Daddy's right-hand man, and Elsbeth rode sweetly in her backpack for hours.

I'm so glad to be here, and so glad my world seems to be taking on some order again.

Couple of fun shots of the sweeties:

Andrew at his first Braves game with Daddy (as a reward for a very long sought-after bathroom achievement).

Elsbeth's first pigtails (aka the "double snork").