Moving

We are moving.

Grooooaaan.

I hate moving.

Here are some moving tips:

1.) While packing, it is very easy to become distracted. Nevermind all the goodies that are found while going through closets, looking under the bed, and pulling everything out of drawers/cabinets. I'm talking about the million other things that can distract while trying to pack: Updating facebook status, cell phone ringing, check facebook, the sudden hunger pangs in your belly, check facebook, that one thing that you just now remembered to do that you had completely forgot about last week but it is suddenly VERY important. Check facebook. Anything and everything is suddenly way more important than packing. But the moving day looms closer.

2.) Don't make a deal with your boyfriend, agreeing that you will do all of the packing if he will then put all of the boxes in the moving truck. It sounds for an instant like a good idea. But then you have to go pack everything.

3.) Let the baby stay at Grandma's house.

4.) Throw away more than you pack. Trust me, you don't need the fifty bottles of half full nail polish in various shades of red and pink. Keep one red and one pink. Throw the rest away.

5.) Be smarter than yourself. What do I mean by that, you ask?? Whenever I come across an item that I feel as if I can't possibly live without, I ask myself "Could I buy a newer, better item, very similar to this one?" If the answer is yes, I throw it away with promises to myself that I will get a newer/better one later, after I have moved. Problem solved! *SHHH! Don't tell Karie this, but I really actually probably won't ever buy another one of whatever item Karie threw away. She will probably most likely forget all about it.* TACTICS.

Those are my best tips.

Enjoy!

About poop.

Avery has two teefs coming in. OMG they are so cute. I can see the little pearly white buds popping up. This explains what all her POOPyness has been all about lately. I mean, talk about drama queen! Hissy fits, left and right. Yesterday she refused to eat her lunch. Not like, "oh no thank you, I don't believe I will be eating that squash today. Maybe another day." No. It was like:

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GIVING ME SQUASH??!! HAVE I EVER SAID THAT I LIKE TO EAT SQUASH? NO! *SPITS OUT SQUASH*"

Yes, she spits out her food if she is not 100% satisfied. POOP. I believe it was Jennie who taught her how to do raspberries. Well, thanks. Now she does them all during lunchtime.

Boy, does she know how to butter me up. I can tell when it's naptime. Other than the fact that naptime occurs roughly every 2.5 hours, Avery really gets bent out of shape and nothing is right in her world about 15 minutes before naptime. No toy will entertain, no bottle will soothe, no cuddling with mom will please. The only activity that will cure POOPyness is b-e-d. So I pick her up and plop her down in her bed with her binky and blanky. (She only gets these two things at bedtime.) And, as soon as I lay her down, she turns on the charm. She smiles and laughs as if to say "oh no mom, I'm not tired. Look, look at my smile, lets play! please take me out of bed now." And sometimes I fall for it. And I take her out of bed to read one more book or play for 5 more minutes. But the second I do, she's back to being a POOP. I should really learn my lesson.

I don't ever remember being this poopy as a child.