We'll take it!

So, after much worrying, stressing, calculating, fretting, and finally, praying, I have decided to take the apartment downtown after all. It's two blocks away from work. It's closer to the friends I work with and it's next door to some other people who go to a church nearby and they have a significant, baby-friendly relationship with the current tenants (who also have a baby around Josh's age) and are encouraged by the news that Josh and I have taken the apartment over. The second bedroom is decorated as a baby boy's nursery. I can put in a washer/dryer and the landlord pays hydro. Though I am poorer than a church mouse, it all works out somehow.

I'm moving July 15. And I'm pretty geeked about it, though I'm sure I'll lose most of my friends when I ask them to help me move in the middle of a long, hot summer.

In other news, Josh has cut another tooth. It's a regular party in there these days.