The move.

Just for memory's sake, let me discuss what a horrible idea it is moving with a mobile baby. He unpacks what you pack. He knocks stuff over. Sometimes onto himself. He climbs on the boxes.  I have no advice on how to move more gracefully with a baby. Yes we could have been more organized. But I think in the end, it is just an awful experience. 

And let's not forget how the move just put little Case out of sorts. He is needy. He is clingy. He wakes up screaming and doesn't know where he is. He wants to be held and cuddled. We are worn out from the stress of moving and this guy can sense it. And this past week has been nothing but stress. Working at the old place just to come home to a house full of boxes, no groceries, an anxious bulldog, and a cat that tries to escape everytime you open the door. Trying to get back in a rhythm as soon as possible for Casey's sake. 

We will be completely out of the old house by this weekend, and hopefully back to making progress on Verde Street. And making it home. Yes, home.