Friday marks a momentous occasion in the personal growth of the newly established Young family. After two years of decisions, waiting, progress, waiting, issues, waiting, more issues, waiting, I-can't-believe-how-long-this-is-taking, and more waiting, we've finally moved into our new home. It was a mad-rush at the end - and things were, of course, missed - but it's inhabitable, and it's ours. All ours. Of course Calli went nuts exploring her new surroundings, and for the most part so did we. Our first night we slept on an air mattress, we spent Saturday organizing the old apartment, and Sunday we had movers move everything we couldn't. Right now our home looks like a giant box monster took a dump in every room, except the kitchen. The entire place is in disarray with a mixture of furniture and boxes. And there's a long list of things that we need to address, but it's ours. All ours. I'm a little frustrated with our builder over a couple things. Primarily