January 04, 2008

The Ugly and the Aftermath

Imagine piles and piles of boxes everywhere. I'd show you, but my camera isn't on me at the moment.

Actually, it's gotten a lot less ugly. On January 1, we actually slept in our own house. It happened to be one of the coldest nights so far this season and we didn't have insulation, so in the morning it was 51 degrees in the house. It's only gotten better and warmer as we've unpacked, the temperature outside has risen and as of today we actually have insulation upstairs.

So here's to a warm new year in our own home and figuring out how to properly thank people who have taken you in for 8 months.



Welcome to your new home!

Posted by: Sarah G. at January 4, 2008 08:49 PM


(Somehow three exclamation points doesn't do it justice.)

Posted by: Meredith at January 4, 2008 11:43 PM

How absolutely wonderful for all of you.
Was it eight months? Wow, I would not know how to properly thank them either.

Posted by: blair at January 5, 2008 06:45 AM

How wonderful to be young.

I still think of Peter's accident every time I swallow. It's just the kind of thing I did as a baby.

Posted by: Janis Gore at January 5, 2008 01:02 PM

Yay!!! So very happy for you. That must feel very satisfying, no?

Welcome home!

Posted by: Angie D at January 6, 2008 07:11 PM

Congratulations on getting moved in to your own home again!! Our house was that cold when we lost power in the major ice storm of 2002 (?). We were staying with a friend. That was the only time I ever saw my two cats snuggled up together =]

We had to have insulation blown into the attic, and then had the house wrapped and vinyl sided a few years later (I know that makes us evil, but we're too poor and lazy to do it right.)

Posted by: Lenise at January 6, 2008 07:17 PM

Welcome home!

Posted by: Frazier at January 7, 2008 08:11 AM

Woo hoo! It must feel wonderful to be back in a place of your own, no matter how many boxes/how little warmth.

Posted by: Diane at January 7, 2008 10:29 AM