My brain has officially left the building. I put Elijah down for a nap, then ran upstairs to see where he was. Oh! He's sleeping. Right. No memory of putting him there. I've been very productive though, which is good. I just don't remember what I've done once I've done it. Crazy, I tell you.
The movers are here today packing everything up that we don't already have in plastic bins (Greg bought a bunch of the bins since we'll be moving every few years or so now, and it's nice to be able to pack the important stuff yourself). The Army pays for these movers (your tax dollars at work!), which is really cool. I've heard stories of movers stealing and breaking some stuff, so we'll see exactly how good they were when we unpack. They do seem to be doing a very efficient job though.
Still can't believe we're actually moving...
Two parents, four children, and our adventures in food, music and travel.
