Packing

*gasp!* Forrest is posting something! So Corinne has told me that I should post stuff on our blog. I thought about it and realized that I don't post because I feel like when I do post, I should have something really good to say and that I shouldn't waste people's time with the monotonous details of my life. But Corinne told me that that's kinda the point: just to write stuff that you want to write and people (for some strange reason) will read it. Sometimes.

So how' the Daddy doing? Good. I have been officially promoted (or demoted?) to full-time packer. Our little townhouse is a complete war zone and it's my job to make some sense of it and to box it up in little boxes to be shipped away to DC. I've spent almost all day packing running on nothing more than a bowl of Kellogg's Corn Pops. Gotta have my Pops. (I always hated those commercials and don't know why I just said that)

I'm doing my best to be good moral support. Y'know, refuting all the "I'm such a huge cow" comments and getting midnight snacks and such.

Corinne sent me this link of this adorable little baby waking up. And I was thinking, hey, that's kind of like me when I wake up: I sort of slowly open my eyes, then I throw a tantrum cuz I don't want to get up, then I go back to sleep, then I wake up and throw another tantrum and then I'm awake. Boy, I can't wait to have a kid :-).