Little House on the Prairie...

Just a quick post--after spending 11.5 hours on the road yesterday driving from Buffalo to Champaign, we have arrived on the prairie. Today we spent a most wonderful day playing with Isabel (who is 4), eating lunch outside on the porch, watching Jason mow the lawn, and all sorts of other exciting activities unknown to dwellers in small, urban apartments. (Can I just say that I will be returning home on a quest to find a place we can live that has a dishwasher? And why is it that helping other people do dishes makes one feel good, but doing one's own dishes is an unbearable chore?)