The Packing of Apartment #7
Packing is maybe my least favorite thing. Well, besides moving. That's really my least favorite thing. Put them together and I just want to cry. Scream. Throw things. Shoot things. Add a newborn into the mix and you can imagine my feelings. The only thing keeping me even remotely close to sane is her cutest little face and the snuggles I get in between the mindless moving of stupid piles all over the place. Millie, let's make Daddy buy us a house so we only halfway have to do this every six months! Deal!
Thanks for being such a trooper, Little One.
It's crazy around here and I think you can maybe tell. But you've been such a good girl to us. Yesterday, while I packed and Daddy worked, you slept and slept. It might've been the most you've slept in...well, a long time.
I'm always saying this, but you really are the best!
Thank you for helping us out so much!
In other news...
Great Grandma Chris got Amelia her very first Easter basket!
She LOVED it! And by she, I really mean I. Ha!
SO many GOOD goodies in there!
Thank you GG!!
We'll call you tomorrow and tell you how thankful we are - sorry we didn't do it yesterday (or today yet, but we moved basically our whole condo this evening, so we've been a lot busy. Uh.), but I promise we'll call tomorrow!!! We love you!
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