Packing it in

I'm in packing hell, don't ya know. Actually, it's not that bad - one third of our stuff is in the storage unit in boxes, so really it isn't that much. But the deja vue is a little too real for my liking. And I hate getting newsprint on my fingers!

Needless to say not a lot of exciting things going on. We did venture out to the West Linn Farmer's Market last evening to check it out. It was beastly hot and Quinn's cheeks and ears were beet red. Poor dude - as we were walking to the car he said to me "Mama, I'm just too hot for words!". Was time to go home.

The other morning, this is what I came downstairs to find:




Someone needed a little loving. Or maybe they both did. Trust me, I got in a little snuggling myself.