Can you believe it? The bean has a real room. Yes, the hallways of yester-year, the small little San Francisco nook has expanded into a full Texas room... I mean... ranch!
There is a crib, grandpa's cradle (now a toy box), and much much more. The bean hardly knows what to do with himself these days. Getting into things is his primary occupation.
So... our last night in the temp housing was... well... nice. No tears were shed as we left the well appointed but sterile one-bedroom townhome out in west Austin.
The boys partied late into the evening, trashing the place in a way that would make Uncle Steve proud. Bottles were everywhere. Then they had dreams of our new little house waiting in central Austin.