We made it. There was puking, terrible customer service, and a new $4000 transmission involved, but we have arrived in Houston, unpacked most of the boxes, and started a new job. (Have I mentioned that Zak's new job is actually his old job from Phoenix? The same company that laid him off, hired him here. Lesson: Never burn bridges.) We are very happy to be Texans (or back in The Motherland as Zak likes to call it).
I am still catching up on laundry and emails and slowly getting the kids' rooms put together. Since Storey is now pseudo potty trained, I have to make good on my big girl bed promise/bribe. Thank goodness for parents who have an entire garage filled with scrap wood, a handy husband, and pink spray paint.