Moving, and again

Baby Zoe,

I haven't blogged much lately, because we were busy moving - again and again. After having lived eight months in East Austin, we decided to move to a nicer area, closer to your daycare. The "new" house was cute, with great potential, a beautiful yard, and in a prime location. Alas, the landlord wanted nothing to do with repairs. Dog urine soaked into hardwood floors which at some time were beautiful, sinking foundation that split the house in two, broken windows, chipping paint with lead - I sent samples to the lab that verified lead presence. Should I even mention the rat poop on the shelves and inside the oven drawer... We didn't have gas for the first five days, thus no heat or hot water. We washed you in the big toy sink at daycare, among other places. And we lost Uhura. Our sweet, lovely Uhura. I walked around the neighborhood, yelling out her name, as you yelled "gatto." Two weeks later we moved. It's a cute little house and you have a beautiful room - the nicest in the house - overlooking the front yard and the street. We spend time outside walking and playing. Alcatraz keeps us company. Poor cat is having hard time claiming his territory as other cats in the neighborhood are bigger than him and are a menace. We still don't have a bathroom sink - it's being repaired since we moved in - but compared to what we lived through, this is still paradise.

Things I missed telling in this rush that deserve blog entries of their own:
Your first haircut, shoe shopping, olive eating, you as the daycare menace... Stay tuned, I'll be telling all about these in the coming days.