the deed is done…

We did it…finally…like we promised. Our blog is up and now we must write. And you must comment to keep us motivated to keep writing. Deal? We miss you all and this will help with the challenge of keeping in often in touch!

Our new adventure has begun in Raleigh, NC! We love the area, get lost constantly and are excited to explore every nook and cranny of the Triangle. Sam is in his third week of classes, and I am attempting to fill my schedule with the fun, interesting and useful for the next six months.

Six months, you say? Yup, “Tiny Wee One” is on its way and will arrive in mid-August and then I will have my schedule filled for me. We are absolutely thrilled! I’ve been hunting down baby websites, looking at my baby patterns with new eyes, learning how to knit and grinning foolishly at every baby in every store I wander through.

So how are we settling into apartment life? We are spoiled to be on a quiet third level and love our little place, with it’s big windows and big closets. But my own personal challenge is…the kitchen.

I blinked innocently when Sam noticed that nearly a third of our moving boxes were marked “kitchen/dining”. ::Sigh:: ‘Tis true, ‘tis true. I laughed (what else was there to do?) when I realized, while unpacking my gadgets and silverware, that I have only two drawers, one of which doesn’t deserve to be called such. And when I reached the kitchen aid box, toaster oven, food processor….ack, I have only two and a half square feet of counter space! Undaunted we charged off to Lowe’s and found a wire shelving unit that fit nicely in my craft closet around the corner.

So now I march each appliance back to its little spot on the shelf, wipe my weensy counter and begin the next step of whatever my culinary enterprise happens to be. Its a pain, but I usually don’t have a colossal mess taunting me when I am finished. Mom often threatened, as she vigorously scrubbed tomato spatters from the walls, to ban me from the kitchen if I wasn’t helping her by making dinner so often. Well, Mom….when all else fails, confine the cook.

Oh, and one piece of advice: Never ask an engineering grad student to cook rice while he’s deep in study. My favorite pot is dead.

Chelsea