Moving in

The boxes have finally arrived from England!  7 crates worth of stuff has been unloaded into our apartment.  Jeff and I spent all weekend unpacking and making trips to Lowes for things that we slowly found broken in the apartment (bathroom tub was missing a stopper, one of the cabinets pull out shelves didn't pull out any more, the toilet paper holder was missing a piece, etc.)  Sunday evening we picked up Jazzy from "mom mom"'s house and brought her back to the apartment.  To her it was like Christmas all over again.  Her room is totally unpacked complete with a good chunk of her toys in a toy box.  It was instantly dumped all over the floor and played with for hours (never mind it was bedtime by the time we got back to the house).  Now I have lots of "help" unpacking.  Her help usually involves dumping out all the toys I just put in their place and demanding a movie and snack.  She also instructs me on which box I am to open next and where I'm allowed to put it while I unpack it.  Jazzy hasn't napped since we've been at the apartment.  I guess she's afraid to miss anything.  She spends 30 minutes in her room, in bed, for "quiet time" at a minimum.  Quiet time isn't usually quiet either.  It involves a lot of kicking the wall and singing to all her stuffed animals.