Since we've been home from Texas, it seems like we haven't been able to stop and catch our breath. The big move is coming up the the 19th, and so far, the packing is at a standstill. I'm down to all the breakables, Holden's room, and the stuff that can't be packed until the last minute--bathroom stuff, ext. I think when you get down to the tedious breakable stage of packing, you start thinking of what you could possibly give away. We're also out of boxes and I need to pick up some type of packing material. Whenever we moved from TX to DC, we didn't purchase a single packing box. We just started collecting them from a hospital dumpster. When we moved from our studio apartment to here, I swear I took every free paper of The Express, The Onion, and The Washington Blade, that I could get my hands on. Needless to say, the packing and unpacking was quite humorous, at times (if you're familiar with the later two, you know exactly what I'm talking about).

I know I can speak for both of us when I say that Tim and I are greatly anticipating next Friday. We're going to our very first concert since Holden was born. I can't believe I'm saying that--1) Bc I can't believe we actually worked it out to go and 2) I can't believe it's been so long since we've attended a concert. When we first got married, and well before, we went all the time. It was our thing and I loved it. I've missed it. So, we've hired a babysitter and we're heading to Baltimore Friday evening for an in home concert with David Bazan. Woo Hoo!