,m898,9,lllllll

Somehow the neighborhood children learned that we have a bike pump, so every so often I have a random child show up at my doorstep for help pumping up their deflated tires.  They also need to oil their chains, but I keep forgetting to get some oil to keep on hand.We're counting down the final days before our move.  The move was moved up by a day due to an error our Realtor made, but it looks like that will be fine for our movers.  I keep feeling like I must be on the last box already, but somehow there are still plenty of things left to pack.  I really hope Don has or will pack up the back garage, because I've had enough packing for at least the next ten years.  This photo is only the tip of the iceberg as far as boxes are concerned.

In other news, Gretchen has been waking up earlier every day.  Today it was 5:00.  It's very cute though, because the first thing she does when she wakes up is do her run-through of sounds.  First she whispers--thla, phthla, hdla, aaa--then she gains confidence and slowly raises the volume until she's almost shouting.  We try to be out of Don's earshot before that point, since he is quite sleep deprived.  ",m898,9,lllllll," says Gretchen.  She's quite the typer.  There's not much to do at 5:00 am on a Saturday so we packed and cleaned more of the kitchen.  I guess we're not going to cook until we move and unpack.