So! We survived the move last weekend. I mean, sort of. The quick and dirty of it went like this:

Packed like a maniac for the few days leading up to the move.

Both kids went to daycare on Friday to save mama’s sanity.

Cats were locked in bathrooms to keep them from darting outside while stuff was being moved. (I did not want a replay of the time Beaumont got locked in a moving truck.)

The movers showed up and packed what was left (mostly the kitchen).

My mom got sick 2 days before Moving Day, and spent most of the day absolutely miserable. (Like, the furniture was gone, so she just lay down on the floor and went to sleep.)

All of my stuff wouldn’t fit on one moving truck. Crap.

The movers and I ran one truckload over to the new house.

Decided that my mom needed to go to Urgent Care, so I sent her off while finishing up with the movers.

Back to the old house to get the last of my stuff.

The movers finished unloading my stuff right as the Time Warner dude came to hook up my cable & Internet. (Good timing there!)

Mom picked up the kids from daycare on her way back from Urgent Care.

Since the movers were finished, Catie and I went back to the (empty) old house to retrieve the cats.

The cats freaked the ever-loving crap out, as you’d expect.

We had take-out for dinner.

I decided that instead of a celebratory cocktail at the end of the day, I’d opt instead for a celebratory Vicodin, because my back was in excruciating pain.

With all the craziness, we (even the baby) finally collapsed into bed sometime after 1 a.m. INSANITY.

The end.

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I was worried about how Catie would adjust to this move, since she isn’t exactly a stellar sleeper anyway. She’s been doing ok. She insists that she doesn’t want to sleep on her bed, she only wants to sleep on the air mattress. Which, you know, FINE. I don’t really care where she sleeps, it’s not important enough to make a big fuss about it, as long as she’s in her own room. So we set up the air mattress for her right next to her bed.

She’s still been crawling into bed with me every night around 3 or 4 in the morning, but I’m not complaining about that either. I’m cutting her some slack while she gets through this initial adjustment phase. I’ll start putting my foot down about her staying in her own bed after she starts to feel settled here.

On the up side, she is very excited about her “Bright! Green!” room. Of course, since we hung up her purple curtains, it kind of looks like Mardi Gras in there, but we’ll just call that a tribute to her Louisiana heritage. And she’s decorating her room with those removable vinyl wall stickers. She’s chosen a theme of horses, Disney princesses, and dinosaurs. Which… well, that pretty much sums up Catie in a nutshell right there. It’s perfect for her.

Lucy is doing pretty well too. The movers broke her crib (like, the wood has split), so that sucks, but we’re dealing with it. (Solution: turn the broken side of the crib toward the wall so she can’t fall out of it. I’m not shelling out for a new crib at this stage of the game.) It seems that now that she’s able to roll herself onto her tummy at night, she sleeps much better. Sometimes she wakes up and fusses (like, not real crying, just making noise) for less than a minute, then she goes back to sleep. That’s been a life-saver.

Oh, speaking of Lucy:

She had her 6-month checkup last week, and was deemed basically perfect. In case there was any doubt.

She also weighed in at 17 pounds, 14 ounces, and 26 inches tall. Big girl! She’s becoming quite the foodie, which is awesome and hilarious to witness.

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Now, the fun part starts: figuring out how to decorate this place.

And you know the best part of that? I get to decide where I want my stuff to go, and I don’t have to ask anyone else their opinion. That’s kind of awesome.