Birds and lawnmowers

We're in. With huge help from Ga, Gee, Mimi, Pop-pops, J and D, and other various strangers (one day this past week we were so desperate to get CR out of our hair, we called in a random sitter who we'd never met to take him to the park while we packed - it worked out well, but still...desperate times) we are finally settling into our new home.

This morning I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, and the feint sound of a lawnmower in the distance...a far cry from the usual sounds that float through our windows in Cambridge (let me rephrase that - in Cambridge we usually slept with our windows shut to keep out the sounds of sirens, garbage trucks, and other service vehicles in our neighborhood). Here? Open up the hatches and let in the songs of suburbia.