Ugh... Moving

The floor of our new apartment is finally starting to reveal itself as we chip away at all of these boxes.  The movers delivered our things on Monday and let me tell you, unpacking with a toddler is extra "fun".  We have made it a team effort and all have our jobs, mine is unpacking the breakables, Josh's is heavy lifting and assembly, and Olin's is providing levity (and helping Daddy) ...

It's nice to have our things back and we had only a few casualties. The only near problem we had was with our couch - it's fairly deep and after several attempts, the movers were convinced that it wouldn't fit in the apartment. Luckily, this isn't our first move and I have a very smart husband who was able to devise a plan to get that thing (barely) through the door, however, not unscathed. There were no rips, but there is this...

If anyone knows some good tips on getting hundred year old door jam grime off of linen, please let me know!

It could be worse though... this was happening in our summer sublet on Monday while we were working on the new place.  Yep, that's water from the upstairs neighbor's kitchen in our utility closet being held up by years and years of paint!  I nearly titled this post, "I'm glad we don't live here anymore!"  Yikes!