Sweet Home Mesta Park

Well, here we are, home. The 4 Steel's made it through the move. And virtually no one is harmed. We are loving this house and I hope we never move again. The short ones, no not me, the other short ones, have adjusted so well, it makes me a little scared. They had visited this house so much before the move, and we had all thier stuff set up before they actually spent the night here, that they just came in and acted like they had never lived anywhere else.
The only rough spots are when Annaliese cried on the first morning and JH made some new grunting noises, that sounded a litlle bit like, where the f#@! am I? but whatever, they both survived. The kitchen, well, it's still a mess, but Don is busting his hump to get it done and hopefully sometime before Christmas we might have doors under the sink. JH has only ingested a small amount of Windex and 401, no harm done.
Here's a few pics of the joint.




The house.
The porch.
The front room.
The dinning room.
The crap under the sink.
The hired help. The girl's room.

The boy's room.

The hot parent's room.