And so it didn’t come with the internet all flowing through it. Or a phone. Or a dvr. None of that will be there until Monday. We moved in on Sunday, the 22nd and it’s been hard, dirty work, but completely sweet to have space and room to run. The kids have been outside more in the last several days than in the last 4 years. For realz. The cleaning is done, new floors are put in, there’s a roof issue that needs to be addressed, but I’m mostly in the putting stuff away phase. And there are places to put all of our stuffs.

Other than that, the kids and I snuggled up to watch and review the movie version of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas last night. It was so good and so terrible. We all sobbed and cuddled for a long time afterward. No happy endings in The Holocaust, FYI. Lena and Liberty have done their part of the review, but I still have to get it uploaded and posted on Kids Know Stuff. Maybe tomorrow while they’re at gym. But you guys should all totally go get that dvd. It’s the best. And the worst. I haven’t read the book, though, so my opinion is based solely on the movie. I wasn’t sure about having the kids watchit, but I decided that they would be able to handle it with the constant talking and going over everything that you know I like to do. And I think it’s ok to cry during movies about the Holocaust. Super ok in fact, and, while my instinct is to protect my children from sadness, I also know it’s important to feel those feelings and understand that time in history as it relates to racism, sexism, and heterosexism today. It’s important to be sad about it, to be disgusted by it, to be enraged by it, and to understand the slippery slope of THIS is right and THAT is wrong. It’s the slipperiest of slopes.

*sigh* It was a good movie.

I have to go back to my new house now and unpack more boxes. I’m going to skip all the way there, singing, “Tra la la!” Just so you know.

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