M.I.A.

Blanket apologies to all for our absence. For those not in the know, we just closed on our new house and moved in last weekend. Needless to say, moving is not the hard part (well, maybe for the movers it is). Unpacking is where the real work happens. Unpacking with Jack in our midst = almost impossible. Little guy is a bit clingy lately - tooth #3 made it's debut and tooth #4 is on it's way. Lucky for me G'mom and Aunt Diane have both taken him for a few hours here and there so we can attempt to make order of the chaos.

Here's a picture of the little guy in his new/old bathtub where he looks like he's drinking the bath water (he might be - I'm not taking responsibility, he does what he wants). Part of the joy of unpacking a bunch of stuff is finding the stuff that you actually need. In this case, Bailey/Tyler hand-me-downs - the bath ring he's in and a huge amount of toys & trucks, the baby jar organizer. Thank heavens for Fisher-Price (and older sisters).