Please, Just Pack ME!

When we were first talking to people about how we had to start packing some people suggested to us that we not only get a moving company to pack and unpack the truck, but get people to actually pack the boxes. This, I have heard of, however, being a bit controlling and proud of my organizational skills, I thought that that was not the option for me. Now, after only a few days of carefully placing my over abundance of material things in cardboard I understand why someone once started a company that packs people's boxes! And we live in a small 2 bedroom Queens apartment! I cannot imagine packing a real house!
Anyway, I am tired, but that's not entirely new. I also realized that this has all happened so fast, and I have talked a lot with people about the emotions that I am feeling surrounding this move, but I haven't really allowed myself to process the change that is about to happen. Part of me just wants to be in the new place already, so I can start the this new stage, and I am looking forward to it, really. And part of me wants to go back to one month ago so that I can plan out how the month before moving should go. Bottom line is that we have been in God's hands the whole time. He even knows the emotions that I am going to go through, and ultimately he will be there to pick me up when I can't be a super strong tower. I love Him for that.

He Was Lost, But Now He's Found...Again

I had to make a second trip to the mall tonight. As I was getting Emma ready for bed I realized that "Leo" (from the Little Einsteins) had gone into Old Navy with us, but had not come out. First I'll give you a little background: this is actually Leo #2. Emma left the first Leo in Buy Buy Baby the very day she got him! We do not prefer to be in the habit of buying our kids toys each time we go to a store, but this day we found these plush toys at The Disney Store 50% off! (We do prefer to buy things for less than full price!) We did not find Leo that first day...he must have fallen asleep while playing hide and seek with Pooh and the gang...we off we headed, back to The Disney Store to buy another half-price-Leo. I will say that while it was Emma who lose her own toy, she was not yet 3 years old, and I really didn't think that she had the ability to take sole responsibility for a toy.
Leo #2 was safe for a few weeks, and then came the dreadful day that he spent on the street around the corner from our apartment building. When I found him later that evening I do believe he had tire tracks on his large head. But we found him! No, I Emma never even knew that he was lost that time, nor did she will she know that I found Leo tonight thrown on top of a basket of toys at Old Navy, but it makes me pretty stinkin' proud when I save a toy, and ultimately save myself the heartache of having to break it to the 3 year old!