I'm packing our bags. For reals this time. No more clubhouse (like below), but an empty house void of tv, messes, and the constant dishwasher-ing of bottles.
I've emptied out one bedroom. While cleaning it, I realized that this is the first time in YEARS that I have to do the cleaning that's part of the moving process. Brad usually does that. And the dishes. And the laundry. And the vacuuming.
How on earth am I surviving?!
As for the baby, he doesn't really eat apples. He just likes to suck on them and try to bite them with his two bottom teeth. I think it makes him feel like a grown up baby. Which is very important thing to Sir Beckham.