Our move didn't go as smoothly as we'd hoped.
I'd dare to say that it was, possibly, one of the worst moves I've experienced. (And I've experienced MANY.) Mostly, it's our fault. We picked an apartment with too many stairs. It's difficult to get big loads of furniture/boxes/groceries/strollers/whatever up and down. Then we discovered upon move-in that the air conditioner was broken. The carpets were still dirty and stained from the previous residents. The ceiling fan jiggled. One of the shower heads leaked. A screen door was off its hinges. *Sigh* Fortunately, the apartment staff is great and they were quick to get everything fixed. The carpets are being re-cleaned as I write this. Things are looking up.
We did the last of our unpacking yesterday (minus a few book boxes) and hung up some pictures on the way. This place is actually starting to feel like home. :)
As for Rylan, she's doing great. She loves having her own room, (which won't be exclusively hers for much longer!) but it's really more of a playroom than a bedroom. She still likes to sleep in the same room as us; I really can't blame her, I prefer having her close anyway.
As for Steve, he's doing great, too. His 36th birthday is coming up on the 28th.
As for me, my ankle is not so great. (For those who didn't know, I sprained it while walking down some stairs.) It was hideously swollen and painful -- that's pretty much gone away -- and I've got a nice saucer-sized bruise as a souvenir now.