We are moving in 3 days.

We are heading to Omaha on Monday. Though Smoochy will come back for the pack-out, the kids and I will not. It is so hard to believe, as I look around my house, that a short time from now all this stuff will be packed in boxes... and that I won't have to do any of it. Thank God, because otherwise I'd be in a panic. I'd like to be a little more organized than I am. But the beauty is that the movers will pack it all just as it is. If there is one shoe of a pair in the living room, than that shoe will be in a box marked living room along with my pictures and the remote control. If the other shoe of the same pair is left in the kitchen I'll probably find it in a box with the blender. I'll just have to sort it all out when we unpack. No problem.

Georgia:
"What do you mean all our stuff will be in boxes? But, not Blanket, right Mom? I NEED Blanket!"

Normy:
"Relax, Peaches, it's just another move. I'm sure the movers will remember to pack you stupid Blanket. Probably anyway. Don't be such a baby."

Georgia:
"No! I am never going to put Blanket down ever. Never. Ever. This is my Blanket! She's coming with ME!"

(Grandma, it's official, she has a Lovey.
Made with the Christmas yarn form Aunt Cathy.)