Raising Reagan

Well Sarah and I are off again. Well...we've been considered 'off' for a while actually, but I mean we're leaving again. We're off to go pick up Reagan from Kansas City, where they have been kind enough to keep her captured there until we got back from Italy and finished with the move. It's a quick trip, but we're ready to be 'home' for a while now...wherever 'home' is!

So we're leaving our half-empty condo that is in a condition somewhat reminiscent to those Roman ruins of which I spoke last time, and headed to the condo down the hall, that is equally destroyed. Ahhh...life in transition.

Now poor Reagan, who slept in a couple different beds while in KC, is coming back to the one room in the new condo that is pretty much finished. It was important to us to hang pictures, crucify a princess kite to the ceiling and make the bed so she can feel at 'home' again. It's probably the last time we'll see her bed AND room in that condition anytime soon, so we actually took pictures.

There's enough pink in there to employ Pepto Bismol as a sponsor. Actually...the way my voicework biz is going, that's not a bad idea! Not to mention I may get nauseous if I see another cardboard box...Note to self...