I'm sure there are those of you who are all "Hrrumph! I don't need a house; just the contents of a backpack and I'm fine." And that's all cool and sporty of you but I invite you to live with someone else's backpack contents for seven months and get back to me after that so you can kiss my ass.

AJ a couple weekends ago.

Truthfully, my inlaws have been the best and I am so, so, so grateful that it's just stupid to try to even write it here. No words can cover the absolute level of self control they must have had to muster up just so we could all live here under one roof without somebody ending up institutionalized. After we are gone and my mother in-law has mopped, vacuumed and polished to her hearts content, she will probably sock-skate through the house singing and then lay down for a five day nap.

Still, there were fun times, no? Naked baby dances before bath time and fantastic meals from Ma Lynn's kitchen. Fun Bob Square Pants taking Little Miss Cranky out for a walk in the torrential rain. Uncie Matt whining about wanting his room back. Auntie Lauren demonstrating to August the Walk of Shame. Uncle Danny swearing that August doesn't like him. ::sniffle::

Whatevs.

A new chapter begins.