"Truckin' down to New Orleans..."

OK, so we didn't go to New Orleans - we're about -30 degrees North of there :) I have heard the clamoring for pictures & have answered accordingly. Here is our move - minus the emotional trauma. In the above picture, Buck takes back the kitchen eating area with the large toys he'd left behind in Toronto. Doesn't he look happy? So is mom.

One 1/2 of our two-car garage. The other 1/2 looks a lot like this one. Don't worry. Some of this stuff actually goes inside the house. We just don't know where yet.
The living room stayed surprisingly empty. It is now filled with toys & kitchen boxes. Who really needs cups & plates? Paper is working alright for us right now.
One of our movers, Pierre (from Quebec). I'm sure he's thrilled to be on the blog. The truck behind him is the second truck called to our home. There is a shortage of movers here, so Gord, who has become our personal mover, called his friends (Robie & Pierre) to come & help. They brought their own semi truck.
Here is a picture of the back of Gord's truck, the front of Robie's, our van & the neighbor's "for sale" sign. Anyone want to move to Calgary (hint.hint, Christa).
Our kitchen. It pretty much still looks like this right now.

Gord's truck & RKZ. For a few hours, RKZ helped move furniture into the house. He's good like that.
Buck playing his new favorite game - "pull out all of the dirty laundry all over myself." Yuck.
Oh, yeah, new neighbors were also moving in three doors down (3 semi-trucks - one street). Their movers actually yelled over that we could come help them after. I am thinking that I'll bake some cookies & go make some new friends.
Canadian Safari Guide (aka - my parent's close friend) came over pre-move & helped with Buck during the craziness. Ironically, CSG had hernia surgery today (no lie). It was planned months ago, so it cannot be blamed on Buck's size.

Bad mommy -- It has just warmed up here from freezing cold temps. I thought, that since our house is filled with boxes, Buck & I should take a walk to the fun kid's park just down the street. I bundle him up in his new sub-zero parka & we walk to the playground. At the playground, there are kids wearing shorts, t-shirts & flip-flops but there is a wind, so I refuse to take off Buck's parka. I think he was seriously sweating - especially when he started to crawl on the equiptment. Really - at least I wasn't like another mom who was letting her baby eat gravel :)