Forget the fork, I want chopsticks!

Look at the concentration:

Sweet success.

Dinner is so much better with chopsticks!!!

Hotel Jones

Home away from home. We have now been at my parents home for the past 3 1/2 weeks. It seems a little strange that leaving our old home was not as tough on us as I thought it would be. Campbell was a little confused the first couple of weeks,but now coming to Nana's and Poppy's feels like home. Tipper (our dog) has jumped the fence countless times trying to get adjusted to the neighborhood. My mom isn't too big on this jumping the fence deal and Tip quickly realizes she is in the dog house (cage) when she decides to disobey my mom. It does seem strange not to walk by Campbell's nursery and see all of her cute things, but our cozy little studio apartment over my parents garage is now filled with our wardrobes and a few necessities. Jeremy and I joke that having our laundry done and folded on the steps, warm bread from the oven, dinners on the table, and no household chores is the life to live. Jeremy wants to know if we can live here until we retire. My dad has been saying "He childproofed the home, but somehow we still get in". Funny one! I wanted to share some pics of our old home. It is a little weird to drive by our "old home" but we know a new house is out there waiting for us to make it our "HOME".