That song is stuck

Woke up kind of late this morning. Got squeezed, kissed, and crawled on by the cutest guy in the neighborhood. I scurried to get ready for my triumphant return to the life of a packer. Actually it turned out to be more playing with Homie A than packing, which was fun. We chased each other around (I really love it when I can make a kid scream and giggle with delight) and then went to the park and fed the squirrels. I feel kind of bad when I don't take the time to explain to people that I'm not the Mom. Oh well.

Plans have been made, which makes me feel better. Mammy and Poppy should be in CA by tomorrow or the next day. This is a VERY good thing.
More packing on the horizon!