A Good Lift

Today was a great but tiresome day.  Our household goods have arrived via the fine work of our Belgian moving company.  When possible here in Paris, they move everything with a giant lift that towers over the sidewalk but no longer even draws a glance from the Parisians. Ours stood in front of the Italian restaurant on our ground floor and reached all the way to our living room window (four stories high). The restaurant was less than pleased, but tant pis for them. Everything came through that window except our bed, which was carried up the stairs with some negotiation and then with smiles to our new room.  With the help of my mother in law and father in law, Troy and I managed to find a place for over three hundred boxes and furniture galore.  Luckily, the little monkey was able to go to a friend's house most of the day only to return with great pleasure to see she can actually move in her new room and play...much different than her 9 x 8 room in Virginia (also, happy her favorite tu tu made it).

We are very thankful that (most) everything made it OK but can't believe we will be doing this all again in under three years.  Alas, can't think of that.  Time to hunker down, unpack and enjoy Paris.

Sweet dreams tonight.