Getting an Early Start

I'm determined to have a drama-free move (at least where I have control over), which means getting as organized as I can as early as possible. If you know me, you also know that I don't really "organize" in the traditional sense. I mean I know exactly under which bed I should look for my shoes and it really throws me off when my husband tells me that he puts them in MY closet, where they belong. There is a perfect method to my madness and I like it that way. However, having gone through the last move by myself and realizing that not all movers appreciate my logic, I am now reformed. I started packing Miss Chase's clothes today. I pick her stuff for a very obvious reason: it's EVERYWHERE. In her 4 and a half months of life, her chairs, swing, toys, and clothes have completely taken over our tiny apartment. I know my inability to control myself while browsing ramsteinyardsales.com is not the child's fault, but, c'mon, the kid NEEDS stuff. I can not describe the high I get after scoring 18 months worth of baby clothes for $40. It's really a mutually beneficial relationship: she gets new-to-her things and I feed my small addiction. This is what happens when the weather is always bad and I have full access to the internet.

Speaking of bad weather, I should have never posted anything about last week's sunny days. The weather god is punishing me for prancing around a little too smugly by dropping the temperature by about 30 degrees. Last Friday, Wil's work had mandatory fun time at the park, and we had to go enjoy hot dogs, hamburgers, bar-b-q chicken, and iced cold soda, you know, summer foods, in hurricane-forced wind, Forrest Gump's side way rain, and subzero temperature. Everyone kept sneaking back inside to regain feeling in their appendages and get hot coffee. It was a nice party, however a few months too late. It's the thought that counts anyway...

Now since I have absolutely nothing exciting to report, I shall get on with some cute pictures of the child.

This is her way of telling me that her bouncy seat is on its way out, which leads me to my next yard sale purchase...
Hello, Bumbo!
I know I'm totally biased, but my kid is freaking CUTE!
I just want to wake her up right now to kiss those chubby cheeks. I know I need to get out more. And what is up with that weird index finger?
Social workers everywhere just hopped into their cars after viewing this picture. Don't worry, she only fell off the counter a couple of times and is fine now. Mother, please, put down the phone. I know I'm not supposed to let the thing leave the floor, but she wants to see me wash the dishes... Not really, I don't wash dishes, but she does want to be physically close to those apple strudels. Aren't they, like, the third baby food?