Avoiding the "P" Word

The "p" word being "packing". Thankfully most of the packing and moving will be done by professionals (Thank you, USMC!), but I still have to seperate out what the kids, Chris and I will need in the next four months. Um, yeah. Should get on that since the packers come tomorrow morning first thing. Except, I am a master procrastinator. Been honing and perfecting my skills all my life, and they are fine-tuned. Evidence -- I am posting on our blog instead of sorting through clothes, filling suitcases, shredding unneeded documents, and boxing all important papers.

That said/admitted, I am not sure when I am going to be able to post again. Worse, I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to check all the blogs that I frequent (yes, I have admitted my addiction, and hello to all of my fellow addicts :) ). I am afraid of what the potential withdrawal symptoms might be. Could be messy.

Since I don't know when I can post again, I thought I would fill this post with evidence of my procrastination. Here are a bunch of photos from throughout this week. My kids are just too darn cute -- I can't believe how big they are both getting.

Ah, the joys of a paper bag. Witness the Elena monster.

Um, you'll never get me in one of those things.

Rarrrhhh! Busting free of my bag. Wait, I want to put it back on.

A private moment of brother-sister play sans Momma.

Excuse us, Momma. We're trying to play here.

I'm going to type Dada an email -- I have to tell him all about this awesome movie. "Ahhh cool."

Bubby, we can type it together.

Garrett woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Hence, the "Cranky Crab Cafe" shirt. Did they design this just for me?

Just too cute in this dress Auntie Becky and Uncle Scott bought me in Hawaii.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm raising a daughter or a puppy.

Totally facinated with my new jumping shoes. I will figure out how to put these on.

Beautiful baby girl.

Excuse me, Mom. I'm trying to get the TV to work.

What? I'm not jumping on the couch.

Yeah, right. By the way, that first pad on the couch is 8" high. See why the boy is signed up for gymnastics this summer?

Yeay! The kitty is playing with me! (Felix decided to start playing with Elena this week since he lost his best friend, Luke.)

It's amazing what can entertain a one year old. Will the remote fit into the cup? I don't know.

Hmmm, I think this will make a good hat.

Sissy, this is the way it's done. What do you think of my new lid?

Yawn -- it's hard work to be this cute.

Heehee. Gotta love cherries on bloomers (and the back of the dress cut out to show them off).

Where did my baby boy go? He's all grown up.

Giggle monster.

Okay, that should be enough. Dada, blog friends, I hope that tides you over for a while. Hopefully next week, once we are up in Maine, I'll have more photos to post. TTFN.