Busy Days

Sorry it's been so long since an update.  Things got quite intense with the moving thing there for a while.  Patrick had been packing up things at a somewhat leisurely rate starting late last week.  However, on Tuesday, our real estate agent called and said, "You're not out yet?  Why aren't you out yet?  Those cats aren't still there, are they?  My cleaning people are coming.  You need to get out."  So, we ran over, grabbed a UHaul, and went crazy trying to get everything into storage by Wednesday, when we HAD to be out, according to good old Bob (the real estate agent).  

Patrick did all the packing and moving himself since I was mostly caring for James.  The poor guy had to carry an entire bedroom set, a queen mattress and boxspring, all my boxes of books, two tall bookshelves, and a desk down the stairs by himself.  It's a wonder he can still move.  It's also a wonder that there aren't any holes in the walls.  Unfortunately, he doesn't believe in labeling the boxes, so it could be months before I see my socks again.  Alas.  

On the up side, we should close on our house on Monday at four, so we'll be free to buy a new house.  Also on Monday we should find out if the house we really want is free to be bid on.  Wish us luck.

On the James front (a much cuter front, I must say), things seem to be going well.  James seems to be over his little virus thing.  His cute tummy is no longer all bloated, and he doesn't do that groaning thing very much at all.  Also, he's growing so much.  When he had his weight check on Monday, he was nine and a half pounds.  This morning, the bathroom scale said he was ten, but the precision on that one leaves something to be desired as it seems to think that I can lose as much as two pounds just by brushing my teeth.  To be fair, they did need brushing, but they didn't need brushing that badly.  :)