Yes, we have that

This past week I unpacked my last box.  Which I consider to be pretty good - only five weeks after arriving in a completely new country, all of my things are unpacked.  Our final household shipment arrived on Tuesday, and on Wednesday the furniture warehouse brought over some more furniture for our third floor.

I know, I know life is really rough when you have to go through the trouble of having people bring extra furniture that you don't have to buy up to the third floor of your house.  I'm trying to deal with it.

Part of the furniture delivered was slated for our special closet I like to call Little America and the girls like to refer to as 'the store.'  We've had our consumables for three weeks now but with no shelves to unpack things onto, I didn't want to open all of the boxes.  On Wednesday, however, we finally got the shelves and so that was the day for unpacking.

If you were wondering what I decided was crucial for two years in Azerbaijan, I'll give you a tour.

I wouldn't be Mormon without my sacks of wheat, sugar, beans, and popcorn

The Great Wall of Charmin.  Because you need to take good care of your bum.

Chicken stock, anyone?

To go with the masa and tortilla press.

If you've ever lived overseas, you'd understand.

And this, too.

This is what two hundred pounds of brown sugar looks like.

Don't forget the Cheerio-hugging toddler.  Very essential.