woooosh!

Has it only been a couple of weeks? Because everything's been crazy busy around here, it feels like months. Turn around and they are grown; turn around and they are old bots with young bots of their own, dontchaknow. :)

First, we're moving to a new apartment. Farther south and not horribly far from our current place, but there's seven years' accumulation of stuff to contend with. Grandpa Charley is helping us out with childcare/packing/lifting/driving/etc. right now, and he's already gotten to the point of saying "can't you just throw this out?" We aren't even half-way through yet. I suspect a lot of clothes are going to go into the donation boxes in the area soon. Anyway, expect another mass email soon from Mark once we've got all the contact information nailed down.

Second, Gaz is moving. As in crawling. Usually after the cat, but also after spoons, her hairbrush, etc. She doesn't get too far before she loses focus and coordination, but she's figured out how to get to something she wants. This morning she figured out how to crawl on top of the cat in order to get to something she wanted (packing tape, for some odd reason). On the top of the list of things to buy for the move is some baby corral fencing of some sort. The apartment we're moving into has only the barest hint of wall separating the living room from the dining room, which looks nice but spells child containment issues.

We're up to five teeth now: two up top and three on the bottom. The last one that came in on the bottom went so easily that I didn't even know she had more teeth coming in! Just ::poof:: and there it was. She's getting a lovely toothy grin, even if it is a little lopsided sometimes. The next two uppers are working their ways down, but just as with the first two uppers they're taking their sweet time. She's fussy, we're fussy, everyone's fussy. I just wish she could have gotten a break at least for the move. The strangeness of our belongings disappearing to the new apartment is only making the sore gums more disconcerting.

We shall prevail, in any event, and I'm sure Gaz will love her new surroundings once they get to look less like a cardboard wasteland.