It's hard to say goodbye-

Nana and Papa saying their goodbyes-

We are in our new house now in California. My Mom and Dad came with us on our trip to help drive and unpack and boy what a help they were. It's almost been a week since we got here and we are almost all the way unpacked. We would probably be unpacked all the way if the tile grout and the kitchen and bathroom floors weren't so gross, but no worries I just have to finish a little bit of the kitchen floor and the floor in our bathroom. Scrubbing on my hands and knees with a toothbrush is no walk in the park.

So far the transition has been surprisingly smooth, it seems that even after living with my parents for a year and having help from not only them but Pete and my Grandma Judy, I still know how to take care of y family. Imagine that. We were very welcomed at church yesterday and the kids felt right at home, I'm sure we will be getting callings in no time. P.J. will be able to start school after the break and a couple of us Moms are thinking of doing joy school for our toddlers. I am so grateful for all of the help we had and for everyone already making us feel so at home, our new neighbors even brought us over some cake tonight. I've always wanted neighbors like that, hopefully we will still like each other after they hear P.J. screaming about one thing or another. Stay tuned for some pictures of the house in the next couple of days.