pictures and whatnot
Anyway. So things are starting to get done. On Saturday we cleaned out our stuff from our friend's garage. They had been letting us store some stuff there. Since both they and we are moving, it seemed to be a good time to sort and clean. A lot of stuff goes to Goodwill, a lot of stuff goes to the dump, and a few manageable bins are left. Even with the help of a couple CurlyHeaded girls, it took us several hours. And afterwards I realized how little I can actually do in this whole packing up thing. I had difficulty really bending over sorting through boxes. I couldn't lift or move much stuff. I think I will be the Sorter. And I was surprised at how exhausting the whole procedure was. Chris did about 5 times as much as I did on Saturday, and I'm the one crashed out on the bed barely moving.
We spent most of yesterday with the Hamiltons. Trying to spend as much time with them as possible before we each go our separate ways. (they are moving, too) Playing with their CurlyHeads, snuggling with their baby, and yummy food and pleasant conversation.
Okay. It's about time for another picture. So we are at 30 weeks. It is I, the Sorter. Sportin' my way expensive shorts that I didn't get on sale from Old Navy and the desperate need for a decent haircut. I can tell by the slight adjustments in his movements that Elvis is getting bigger. I'm also getting bigger in more places than the belly. But the butt and thighs need to get bigger to support the belly, right? Hopefully, nursing will relieve that little issue.