We've been a-packing. The really fun part is that DeLaynie is in toddler heaven because there are boxes everywhere, and the only furniture is our beds. I keep hearing her say, "In fox!" "Out, Daddy, out!" She prefers to say fox to box. She can say the "b" sound in other words, but she doesn't care for it in reference to a box. I don't know why she'll only ask Edwin for help getting out of boxes. I think he may be gentler in yanking her out.
On the other hand, we're packing. We have some wonderful youth gals coming over this afternoon to help. Thank goodness for teenagers!