Not much progress...

I had very high hopes that over the weekend we would get the bikes into the basement, go to IKEA and buy lots of perfect organizers and they would be delivered by now and you would actually be able to walk through our apartment.
Well...that isn't exactly what happened. In fact, it feels like not much at all has happened, except us tripping over each other to pass through narrow, box-lined passageways to get to a different room. We eat on a tiny side table with mismatched chairs that are the wrong height. The dog is always underfoot. We find things, only to lose them again a few hours later. And now that Banchi is here and it is spring, everything is covered with dog hair again. Yay for dog hair. We have found lots of furniture that we like, but don't feel quite ready to purchase because there are so many questions--are we moving again in 1 year? Buying our own apartment next time? Do we want to invest in cheap stuff or spendy things we really like? I just looked at over 1,000 ads for furniture on Craigslist.
We did move out of our temporary apartment completely, so at least now we are all in one place. The kids and I saw a production of Peter Pan, and a marionette show entitled Cinderella Samba that was great. Today the kids got invited to a birthday party for a little girl in our building who is turning 5 on Saturday. And we got together with what I might tentatively call a friend and her 2 year old daughter today, so we are extremely excited to have the beginnings of what might be called a social life at some unspecified time in the near future.
Throughout all this, I find myself tired and just wanting some alone time...But alas, there is no place to go...Sigh.
On the bright side, the weather has been mostly warm and the park is so beautiful and the kids have been enjoying all sorts of different playgrounds and riding their scooters and bikes.
On another bright side, my oldest and dearest friend Rachelle sent me a package from her boutique in Kirkland, WA. Perhaps she took pity on the sad state of my wardrobe and knew I would instantly be recognized as a non-native New Yorker, or perhaps the crunchy styles favored by Portland girls rub her the wrong way. Or maybe it is just that she is generous and loyal. In any case, I am the grateful recipient of her wonderful care package. Check out Boutique Manhattan online, and make sure to visit the "Events" section to see pictures of her foxy little self.
Eyes bleary from too many furniture ads...must go to bed.
Oh, one more thing, just weighed the kids before getting rid of bathroom scale (because it doesn't fit in bathroom). Here are the results:
Maya: 40 pounds
Jonah: 50 pounds