My guys are home.

The kiddos came home at 1pm today, after a lovely sojourn at my folks' place. I can't begin to express how much I missed having their bodies squirming into any little spot that might be next to me. Children are a God-given miracle, and that's coming from an agnostic.

The Goose in her new Ariel gown.

I'm feeling the overwhelming need to write a thank-you note to the folks at the Magnolia Park Charmer. It was the only place we saw that wasn't vacant and they were so lovely, so brimming of details of the history of the house and the neighborhood, such wonderful hosts! Is it weird for me to write them a heartfelt thank you note saying that we were just on a fact finding mission, but meeting them made us feel like we could live in LA and be happy?

I made a quick trip to Trader Joe's today and ran into a million of my favorite people. Oh ye internets, please tell me that I will find this kind of community in CA.

That said, Evan and I are really feeling the moving monkey on our backs. Our awesome handyman is ready to attack the house, and the only thing holding him back is us and our wanting to keep some semblance of a normal life. Today I came upstairs to realize that he had broken the boys' bunk beds down into twin beds. We had talked about that, but I hadn't had a chance to warn the boys beforehand. I spun some tale about their beds being like Transformers and they seemed happy enough, but it's just a tiny taste of all the major changes that are coming. The Goose came home to a closet in her room and her crib on a different wall. It's just gonna keep coming, all these changes. How will we retain our family life? I'd love some advice.