Movin' On Up To the Third Floor

Well, we've moved. Ugh. The next time I frickin' move it'll be into a house where there will be a basement and we won't have to be too creative in how we store our stuff. The new apartment is nice, much larger than our former place of residence. We're still putting stuff away and hopefully it'll be mostly done by tomorrow night. Erik has his own room now and is finally in his crib. He's making good use out of the extra sleeping space too. Last night before Chad and I went to bed, we discovered that he managed to turn himself 180 degrees so that his head was where his feet should be.

What's really nice about where our apartment is that we don't face the parking lot anymore. So no more horn honking at 2am waking us up, nor do we have to deal with loud, crappy music blasting from car stereos or loud people. Granted, we face a busier street now, but that doesn't bother me. We also get a nice breeze which helps reduce the amount of time our AC is on, therefore reducing our energy bill. W00t to that. The one thing that bothers me about this apartment is that even though our kitchen is larger, the cupboard space is less. There's no drawer for our silverware. That's annoying. So right now it's sitting on our counter waiting for us to by a little storage unit for it and any bread we have around since Wicket has developed a taste for it. He'll tear open the bags and take bites out of it. Argh. Anyone want a cat?