In Motion

Our first wave of movers from J. Barber, Brian and Jeremy, arrived before 10 a.m. By the time Charlotte returned from Ballet and Harry from his friend Tucker's, the house was transformed, nearly unnavigable amid a sea of brown boxes. In case you can't tell, that's Slinky dog sitting on the edge of the moving van ala Toy Story's cinematic climax.

Their visit was a testament to how much crap we own. They easily took a quarter of our household to storage, a vault that we won't crack for three years, and short of one sofa, I literally don't think we'll miss a single item. I mean ick!

The kids were super, really great, playing with the crew and the boxes. Mid-afternoon they retreated to the upstairs to have some quiet time (curious george). Charlotte fell asleep in our bed and Harry very politely covered her with blankets, and, in a move only a brother could pull off, placed a HHG (household goods) sticker on her forehead, I presume hoping the movers would take her too.