eight days

In eight days the moving truck will arrive.

I'm starting to freak out a little (okay, a lot!).

Can we start with the fact that I have not actually been to our new home???

deep breathing

Add in two-ish weeks at Camp Grammy and Papa...and a baby that really only likes to sleep in his crib in his room.

can you see me doing yoga poses?

And then starting over in a state that I have hardly visited.

pass the chocolate.

But it will all be worth it, because we all miss J very very much.

I can't wait for us all to be under the same roof.