Today is the day the movers come. We’ve been trying to eat our last meals at our favorite spots in San Francisco. I’m going to miss the food here. I am not very sad about moving except when I think of leaving our apartment. It’s not that it is an especially great apartment–it is just that this is where we brought our boys home from the hospital and this is the only home they have ever known. When I think of all we have been through in the last 3.5 years I get a little teary eyed. It feels like the end of a chapter in our life.
I took pictures of our apartment before I tore it apart and I’ll do a proper house tour in a few weeks.
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Gasp! These are amazing.
Um, did you hear all the buzz about the Astrological signs changing?
I love the new Target line. Stripes!
These look kind of like the one I got from the French Flea Market.
I got one of these when Moses was a newborn and I LOVE them.
Could the French make a more charming toy than this?
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