I won't discuss the moving, those posts will come soon. I was determined to make an appearance on the front porch this weekend, and luckily the ladies let me. I also managed to steal away with Mr. David Allen Mitchell for a couple of hours. Olivia kept him happy for a while, then he demanded that we dance with him. Finally, he gave in to the power of the drink (enfamil) and crashed on the glider. He is going to fit in with this crowd just fine! I can't wait until our next date, once he returns from Georgia.