You know that saying, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”? That statement would explain the blog’s silence the last little while. Nothing about this move has gone according to plan. And our bad luck hasn’t been limited to move-related issues. Let’s just say I’m seriously considering changing our last name to Murphy.
But, even though he’s been having a really rough time adjusting (since absolutely nothing is the same and a routine is impossible right now), Mitchell has managed to sandwich really adorable moments between his temper tantrums.
Like being SO GOOD for the whole car ride. He shows no interest in movies yet, so he pretty much just watched trucks go by and played with random toys.
When we got to the rental/new house, it was filthy. Still an ongoing issue. But Mitchell tried his best to help me clean.
He even rocked the cold pizza for breakfast.