Has it really been a week?

Today marks the 1 week anniversary of being in the new house. Yes, moving day does count if you slept there and we did. Where did the week go? No kidding, between looking for things, unpacking and shuffling kids this week flew by. I want to say THANK YOU again to everyone that helped us move. We could not have done it with out you! Ya'll are wonderful. Love the house, it is everything I thought it would be. There are things that I can't imagine how we got along with out before; a pantry, a basement (how did we fit all of that crap in the old house?) a real back yard. There are a few things that we need to get used to; no door on the master bath (with a glass shower door that isn't frosted, um creepy) well, ok that's all I got. We've met a couple of the neighbors so far, the ones right next to us on the west I was really worried about. The night we moved in Mark & I got the last load to the new house at about 2am, the moving truck has a loud diesel engine and beeps ungodly loud when backing up. So if the rumbling engine didn't wake them up the beeping had to. As soon as we let the dogs out of the truck one of the dogs (the big one) runs over to that neighbors house and poops basically on their front porch. They didn't seem too put out but that is how they will think of us, kind of like us and the beer people at the old house.