We are living in a see of totes and boxes. Pretty bland...gray and brown everywhere you look. All the pretties are down off the walls, pretties off the tabletops, shelves and hutch are down. Becca packed / of her toys and most of her books, so there is less mess from those. We're all a little out of our element. But the excitement far surpasses the odd feeling of walking into a room with stacks and stacks of totes...like this..
They great you as you pull into the garage.
They welcome you at the back door.
They look over your shoulder as you work on the computer in the dinning room.
And tell you goodnight as you drift off to sleep!