We spent the better part of this weekend moving the bare essentials of our daily existence into the crappiest apartment in Bridgeland. It is awful. It wasn't very clean, although they said it would be, and it isn't furnished, although the original ad said it could be. But its cheap. Before moving I thought it would be like college living meets being stranded in Europe, but its kinda worse. Poor Owen doesn't know what to do. He is having a really hard time adjusting to sleeping in his playpen. Both last night and tonight he's taken about a half an hour to decide to lay down. Last night Kris just laid down beside him and waited for him to fall asleep. Tonight, I laid there and watched him stand at the edge of the playpen, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. He fell down and picked himself up about 10 times before he was too tired and uncoordinated to get up again. At that point I left and he fell asleep.
We are here for 46 more sleeps. I can't wait. This place blows.
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