Tomorrow we're moving into our house at The Springs. I guess it's not technically our house because we are only renting it, but it is so nice, and spacious, and new- I really don't care. I could live there forever, and be perfectly content. There are only two things that remind me that we do not own it: we can't paint, and we can't have pets- this is a fair trade for no mortgage and a tiny rent if you ask me.

Tomorrow I also have two tests. I know I'm not going to do well on them because I can't concentrate at all. All I can think about is how I am going to arrange my living room, and dreading all the work I have to do tomorrow. Only a quarter of our stuff is in boxes and the oven and fridge are the only things that have really been cleaned, so we have a lot of work ahead of us the next few days.

I hope Peter will be good for us tomorrow and not insist on being held. He has been very clingy lately. But I don't mind, because he is so adorable. Speaking of Pete, I came home from school this afternoon and all his hair was buzzed off. Dario loves bald babies I am discovering. Personally, I have nothing against hair, I think a cute little mohawk or spike is fun, but I guess that won't be happening for awhile.

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