That Ought'a Do It

Well here we are. The house is packed up less a few "need to live for a few days" items and we have only a few visits to make. It's not really stressful and everything is fairly organized. Thanks to Holly of course. I do the heavy lifting but she is the brains behind the operation. Reagen is handling it well and Hannah is as completely oblivious, as she should be.

The first day of the trip is going to be the long one. Quebec city-ish. The next, not so long, to St John. We keep reminding ourselves that we are in no rush and to take our tme on the way home. We'll make it a "cross Canada" trip. Complete with our own vesion of history. And what I don't know I will thoroughly enjoy filling in with random facts.

Now this means that we are expecting everyone to visit when we get home. That's the rule. New person in town = you must come and visit.

My humblest appologies

Hello. We are in the midst of packing and organizing for the move. We can't tell you how excited we are to be headed for the East Coast. Reagen has gotten a little spooked by the packing of some of her toys. God forbid that some of them be removed form the light of day. All toys must be readily available at all times. Who knew.

Hannah is taking it well. She has not slowed in her quest to fill every diaper that has the misfortune to grace her chubbie (yet excessively cute) bummie. She is cutting a third tooth and she takes great pride in letting us know. Poor thing.

Reagen asked today what was in the (cedar) box that was on top of the piano. I told her that it was Ceilidh's memories. She accepted that answer and I stumbled away and wiped my brow. That was close.

So, as I sits and thinks, I am thoroughly enjoying the beautiful weather we have had for a couple days and, if the weather folks aren't fibbing, are going to have for the next few days. Reagen and I are going to the tennis court up the street so she can ride her bike.

Enjoy your day, too.