Here's a slightly better shot of the new pad. We have a bookcase! In fact, and totally unsurprisingly, the first thing I did when I was helping move Jane yesterday was arrange our books in their shiny new home.
The view. Not stunning, but a lot better than the facade of the building we stared at for three months. And I can keep an eye on the car! Bonus!
Ironically, after they spending all kinds of time getting Jane used to being out of her greenhouse, keeping the roof up, etc, they immediately constructed a tent for her to camp out in. It's a baby fort!
Snuggly-wuggly in her pup tent.
Jane's gotten to the full-on puppy-adorable stage. She finally has that wonderful, solid baby heft to her when she's curled up like a comma on my chest. That warm weightiness that seeps into your core and leaves you drowsy and content just from holding her for a little while. There are a lot of cranky bastards out there who could benefit from a little baby-snoogling. If I could only figure out how to bottle the sense of peace Jane radiates I'd be the next Nobel laureate.