New Digs

Remember how I said in my last post that we were planning to move into my parents home in Morro Bay until we found the right rental for us? We found the right rental just before our weekend move. It's a 100 year old farmhouse in San Luis Obispo. I love it because it's on eight acres, just a four minute walk to work and has loads of character. I imagine it will come with challenges (like not one drawer in the bathroom and no garbage disposal or dishwasher) but we are feeling exceedingly grateful to have found it when we did. Thanks to our generous friends and family, we were able to paint the walls on Saturday and move all of our things on Sunday.

This is the little house that we are now calling home. This is the fig tree outside our front door.This is Wyatt all dressed up for church in an outfit from my Aunt Donna. I think he scored at least three new girlfriends.

Wyatt is eating more solids these days. He seems to have the appetite of his father combined with the manners of his mother. Poor guy.