Remember about this time last year when I said that we were moving into a new apartment. Remember how I said that we weren't moving again until we bought a house, or were headed back to Alabama. Remember how we painted and stuff because we were going to be here awhile at least for a couple of years.

Well, we are moving again, 10 months later. Don't get me wrong. I am super excited to be moving into a house. We will have a yard, and it has a grapefruit tree and a cherry tree. We will have more space, and it's all nice and neat and stuff. We will have a big front porch just begging to be sat on in the evening in a rocking chair. We will be closer to Church and out of town. However, I am dreading the idea of actually putting all of our stuff in boxes, moving it to a new location, and unpacking said boxes. All while working around Britt's feeding and naps. To say the least it should be exciting.

We do have a game plan to make this easier. We are going to move one room at a time. Gary is going to bring home some boxes and I'm going to pack one room tomorrow day, then we are going to move that room's furniture and stuff tomorrow evening, and then on Wednesday I'll get to unpack and put all that stuff away. That way should be more managable.

Any volunteers... ha :D