Last night’s post was really long.  Tonight is going to be kind of listy because I’m a tired pregnant lady.

 This, here, is our new living room, the center of our lives because it is where the books live.  True, the place where the food is is almost as important, but it seems much more time gets spent here.  Barry ended up having to find us a house all by himself (I am a lucky girl to have such a wonderful husband whom I could trust to singlehandedly find us a place to live).  It is in the middle of suburbia, in the heart of a sea of houses– but despite that, it is proving to be the exact spot we needed to be, even without a place to rebuild Croker Heights or keep any backyard chickens.   Now for the list of reasons why:

-We live on a culdesac with at least 40 kids– many near our kids ages and equipped with bikes and scooters galore.  Perfect.

-The neighbors are super friendly. Perfect.

-Our next door neighbors homeschool, have a daughter Brenna’s age and a daughter that teaches piano lessons.  (something I’ve decided to delegate)  Perfect.

-Colorado is hugely supportive of alternative education and I have found that my oft voiced dream of just one day a week school really exists, and we moved less than a mile from just such a place!  I can go grocery shopping with just two kids yet still have all the benefits of homeschooling!  Perfect.

-There are parks and paths for my morning walks through open space.  Just right.

-Barry can ride his bike to work and be home in time for dinner.  Perfect.

So, I am happy.  I wish my art stuff could unpack and organize itself, but other than that things are settling nicely.

For more pictures check here.