We have officially moved into our new house. I actually cried leaving my mom's house because it was so nice to have an extra set of hands to help with the boys. My anxiety was pretty bad through moving, but it's definitely getting better. Not having to keep the house "show ready" is a huge relief. I actually cooked on my new stove. Side note: new stoves do not make my food taste any better.
It only took a week to get poop on the carpet. Fabulous. Brian turned our extra bedroom into his man cave. Cameron turned the extra bedroom into a toilet. No stairs anymore, but the staying still holds true, "If your kids are quiet, something is very wrong." All seemed well when I walked in, and then Cameron moved. He had pulled his diaper to try to get it off. Lucky for me the poop only had one place to go...onto the carpet. At this point let me disgust you even further by being more specific...poop is the nice way of saying diarrhea.
I promise I'll get pictures up as soon as I can - not of the poop - even though that's an added bonus now.
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