Possible House Name: Grey Gables

Jazzy turned three this week, and got lots of presents.  Anyone who wants to give him noise-making vehicles, no, please, he has enough now! :)

I also got my belated birthday present: a Roomba!  Hooray, no more needing to sweep downstairs!  Now we just have to name it.  I'm leaning toward Stabby, for Internet Meme reasons, but other names have been put forth as well.

I also got the fourth bookcase built and Wonderful Husband bolted it to the wall.  I decided it is the manga/comics bookcase, and have been filling it.  Well, filling the top half.  I'm babysitting Niecelet for another five days next week, and she has no regards for other peoples' possessions, and we have no doors yet for this bookcase.  But, hey, four more boxes emptied!  And all* the boxes of books and toys have now been carted up to the bonus room, leaving the living room completely devoid of boxes!

*All, in this case, not including the boxes of books that I know are in the garage, and the boxes of books I suspect are in the garage.

The living room and dining room are devoid of boxes.  I begin to sympathize with Helen Parr, in the beginning of The Incredibles, gloating over having finally unpacked the last box... three years after the move.  I know we need at least one and a half more bookcases, and I'm hoping that will be enough.

The other problem with unpacking books, though, is the urge to stop and reread them all!

Tales From Boxville

Squiddle continues to enjoy school.  Yesterday was his sixth birthday!  So I made rainbow cupcakes, as one does, and took them in for his class.  Turns out district policy is store-purchased stuff only.  Oops!  They made an exception, and now I know for next year.  But he was so excited he practically danced in front of his class and declared it "the best birthday ever!"  He got a ton of Lego, some money from my parents, and his own strawberry pot, complete with strawberry plants.  My mom had wanted to get him a baby chicken, but we don't yet have a setup for chickens.

We've got three bookcases and a 4x4 Kallax unit built in the bonus room, and Wonderful Husband has bolted the bookcases to the wall and added doors, against future incursions by Niecelet, who has the bad habit of grabbing anything she can reach and throwing it on the floor.

I'm itching to sew, but the fabric is all in boxes in the garage and desks and sewing tables still need to be shifted around in the bonus room to final position before I can plug anything in.

ETA: Fourteen and a half boxes of books put away, and I know some of what's still missing  Artbooks, half of my Lois McMaster Bujold books, half of the Temeraire books, etcetera.  I'm hoping they're either in mislabeled boxes, or somewhere out in the garage.  As it is, I haven't even cracked the boxes labeled manga, or kids' books, or sewing/quilting books.

Someday This Will Be A Funny Story...

So my sister is in the process of moving.  I've been going over this week and helping pack boxes and such while Squiddle is in school.  (My baby is now in kindergarten! Which, actually, I am really chill with.  But I digress.)

Today was moving day!  Three guys and a U-Haul at Sister's house, along with myself and our mother and the two toddlers mostly across the street being babysat.  Except for the part where two of the guys got into a violent altercation which left both of them bleeding.  (I witnessed the start of it, ran into the house and yelled for my sister, who is an emergency room nurse and as such possesses immense reserves of fortitude in crisis situations, a gift I definitely do not have.)  Sister called 911, three cop cars and a firetruck pulled up, apparently there was a knife involved which I did not even know about until it got to the taking-statements part of things.  Who the frack carries a knife around with them?!  Both guys were bleeding.

I had to leave mid-afternoon to meet Squiddle at the bus stop, but apparently (at a quarter after eight at night) they are finally almost done getting everything onto the trucks.

I told my sister her move was cursed (this has been, by far, not the only issue with it, just the most violent) and suggested burying the statue of a saint or burning something in effigy or something.  She didn't say no....