We're in the new house tonight.
I don't say "home" because maybe it isn't? Quite, yet? But we're here, so presumably that will come.
Assembled the IKEA bunk bed for the boys this afternoon, leaving the ladder for last so we could do that together. The boys absolutely love their bunk bed. Of course, they immediately got in an argument over who got the top bunk... I think this is genetically hardwired. If you brought a pair of boys out of a Pygmy tribe from the Congo rainforest, and introduced them to a bunk bed, I'm sure they'd start arguing over the top bunk. Anyway: I oh-so-cleverly tried to defuse this by saying that whoever had the top bunk had to let his brother come up, but whoever had the bottom could declare it off limits. That worked for about twenty seconds, while they thought it over, and then they started fighting over the bottom bunk.
Jacob, BTW, can climb to the top. No mean feat for a toddler! Having managed it once, he now wants to climb and then jump into my arms... again, and again, and again, and...
After the boys fell asleep (which took a while.. such excitement!) Claudia and I assembled our bed. (Understand that our stuff is still on a boat coming from Armenia via Georgia, the Black Sea, the Aegean, the Mediterranean, around Gibraltar into the Atlantic, the English Channel, the North Sea, and Hamburg. So, making a virtue of necessity, we've bought some stuff.)
It was a cloudy day, and now it's a rainy night. The big church down the street rang ten a little while ago. Claude just made some soup.
And so to bed. Good night, all.