Our apartment is finally starting to look more like a home than a storage unit (although one entire room will remain full of boxes until we move again). Simon still isn't sleeping through the night (so no, we didn't do anything for the New Year but go to bed early) but we think we may have figured out the correct combination of dark and light and heat and cold so we don't have to fumble through the dark on the way to his room in the wee hours tomorrow morning. Last night Matthew bruised his foot rescuing a screaming Simon, the night before Hava walked into the closet instead of the hallway - smack into a wardrobe box.

This afternoon we played outside at the complex playground and this evening we walked over to Shoreline Park with "hot coffee" in hand in time to run around in the cool air with many other families. This time we felt luckier than usual. It is really nice to be warm and outside in the evening.

We watched the sunset over the lake. Simon begged Matthew to bring him the moon. Matthew tried to explain why that wasn't possible. Simon thinks Daddy is just making excuses.