I'm still only about 40% unpacked in the new house. I'm still living out of a suitcase. Pathetic, I know. I guess I forgot that I still had to live life while I was unpacking.
So last night I spent an house really scrubbing and organizing the kitchen, breakfast area, and family room just so I could take a picture of that space and stick them in a blog post entitled Light at the End of the Tunnel.
But when I came downstairs this morning, the family room looked like this:
Must remind myself:
a) Train tracks are a great toy for kids
b) My son is developing his mind as he plays
c) I'm lucky my kids will play so quietly and happily together
(The tracks are his doing, the animals and people are her doing.)
Check out those wood floors though.
Clean and nice homes are only worth so much. Even if I am going to kill the dog for peeing on our brand new (expensive) area rug AGAIN!
While I'm at it, here is the front of our house. I never have been able to get a good shot of it.