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We spent most of this weekend at the new house, getting some painting done before we "storm the castle." Get it? Because our new house looks like a castle. Heh. Painting - or really focusing on any task that requires...focus - with a three year old present is not as easy as it might sound. We did get a lot done during her nap yesterday (she boycotted a nap today - thumbs down for productivity) and last night after she went to bed, and we made a nice dent in painting the guest room / office and Greta's bedroom. We have just 5 million more things to do (like sell our other house - minor detail), and then we can move in!

Last night we got as close to camping as I get by sleeping over at the new house on *gasp!* air mattresses and eating things like *shudder!* cold spaghetti sandwiches. (Cold spaghetti sandwiches are actually quite tasty. Air mattresses, however, suck.)

Here is Greta in her new "bedroom" (actually it's the dining room) eating "dinner" (spaghetti sandwich on her "hand plate").

And here is Greta in her new "playroom" (actually it's the living room) playing with her "toys" (they're just toys).

I also took some "before" pictures, but since we're didn't actually finish anything this weekend, I will have to save them until later.

As much as we like the new house, we're happy to be back to our city house tonight to sleep in our own comfy non-air-filled beds. And I think I'm feeling a little loopy right now, so on that note I'm off to bed! Sorry for the excessive quotation marks and parentheticals. (You know you "love" them.)

Fran