The Lay of the Land

In our Colorado apartment, Rose and Dale share a bedroom.  To make it nicer, Daddy brought a big carpet scrap from our house in Kansas, and then he set up the kids' fun tents to sleep in.  Miraculously, the tent keeps Rose happy in her pack n play so that everyone can get some sleep.

Rose and Dale sharing a room?  They don't mind at all.

Daddy also got Dale and Rose their own squishy bean bag chairs to chill out in.

It may not be ideal, but we sure are getting some fun art pieces from Dale in the meantime.

"Robots.  Dangerous ones."  by Dale

"Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle" and "Rainbow Dash" by Dale. In case you were wondering, these are characters from My Little Pony, a show Dale happens to love a whole lot.

Dale drew two of the droids on this paper.  He even included the letters by the pictures.

"Puss in Boots" and "Campfire" by Dale.

The living room/dining room is one long dark room, but at least its length allows Dale to run back and forth from one side of the apartment to the other.

To add some color, we've decorated the apartment walls with lots of art pieces.  We also want to make sure Daddy has a bit of cheer when his family is not around.

Lots and lots of art on the walls.

Rose's art is on the top row, and Dale's art is on the bottom.

We love you and miss you, Daddy!

The Apartment aka Hell

Mark said it was bad.  But by bad he apparently meant the worst place on the planet.  It smells like a hundred smokey bars, there are burn holes all over the carpet, hundreds of dead bugs in every light fixture, no natural light, and I'm pretty sure someone died in there.  On the plus side, oh wait.  There is no plus side.

Since we have no furniture here until we make the big move, we first survived with sleeping bags and blow up mattresses.  Napping simply did not happen, but on this day, both kids crashed cuddled together on Mommy and Daddy's "bed."

Here's a more complete view of the apartment.  Isn't it lovely?

Yes, that is indeed a tarp.  Why?  Because the management had the carpet cleaned one minute before we moved in. Lovely...and also ineffective.

We adapted as best we could.  The movie "Brave" became our savior those few days.

"I am Merida...and I'll be shooting for my own hand!"

It's a tough ride we're on right now, but we're getting there.  Every day a little closer to home.  Meanwhile, if you hug us and we smell like smoke, it's because that is how hell smells.