Laurel actually likes Me Too First and the Gimme Gimmes, so there's one thing from the CD collection we can listen to other than Sesame Street (which was starting to make me scary-crazy instead of my usual harmless-crazy).

On that note, I'm grateful she only colors herself when she finds a marker. Unpacking is still kicking my ass but I pinned down the bad smell around the sink to a long-dead mouse in a glue trap under it (I hadn't tackled that cabinet yet since I'm out of shelf paper). I'm half debating just recycling/otherwise ridding the house of a lot of the stuff that came with... I don't want to have to pack as much next time we move and I want to be done with unpacking already so I can talk to the landlord about permitting me to prep, seal and paint the wallpaper in the kitchen (harvest gold flowers with vines on avocado/off-white plaid), bathrooms (stripe/flower garland in off-white, avocado, gold and greyish blue) and above the faux mantel (early 80's delicate flower/stripe pattern).

Speaking of the mantel, the faux brickwork needs a good paint job since it's painfully fake-looking and was probably painted by the same person that did two amorphous pineapples on the kitchen island cabinet doors and similar-quality strawberries on the facing just below the counter next to the fridge.

That said, I'm off to continue unpacking and possibly unpack and reassemble Laurel's Playskool dollhouse -- in her room, as she drags enough toys into the living room as it is.