Y'all gots one a'dem blawgs?

After a brief but refreshing stop in South Bend (pre-Mexico trip warmup), we have arrived in San Antonio. The apartment, although sizable, is now filled with hastily packed boxes, and we are wading through them, room by room, trying to find such sundries as bowls, underwear, toddler paraphenalia, and screwdrivers. I found the scotch last night, and thankfully a liquor store (not in a box).

I had forgotten about apartment living, so we will start this off with initial impressions. It's a nice enough place; clean, well-manicured, gated. It has the usual quirks, such as broken items painted over rather than repaired (paint doesn't hold shelves in place, by the way). We hear running and thumping from neighbors. Even in the duplex we have lived in we didn't get that. It's tough for me to tell if Miss Neverpoop is awake and jumping or if it is the neighbors. But there are two things we have that have made the hasty move managable: a two car garage (read: box room) and a swimming pool.

Ah, the swimming pool. The ultimate in toddler bribery devices. She will do most anything (except poop) to swim in the pool (hence swim diaper). She loves the thing. It is clean, the kids who are there are all supervised. And Sammy is happy.

So what's next?

• Goal 1: make the home livable and de-cluttered.
• Goal 2: find a public library and a park to hook Sammy up with some form of non-daddy climbing entertainment.
  
• Goal 3: find a good preschool full of minions to do Sammy's bidding.
• Goal 4: get daddy a job.

When the ol'blue truck o'fun arrives, we will begin exploring the world. Speaking of exploring, have you ever been forced to watch an episode of Dora the Explorer repeatedly? If so, watch this now! Do it! Don't question it! Just do it!