Mom to the rescue!

My mom made it in yesterday! We have successfully, nearly, packed the kitchen! Who knew how much crap I had. I joked and told mom I will be giving cash as gifts in the future, so no one has to pack one of my lovely gifts if they were to move. Anyone with a birthday coming up, don't hold you breath. It was just a thought!

I have set the date. The movers will be here on the fourth of August! That is the day! We are at T minus 19 days. OH S**T! Mom felt guilty she wasn't packing yesterday and I assured her that just holding and feeding babies was lifesaving. I know I'm not the first, nor will I be the last mother of two babies to move, and I am very thankful for my beautiful new home, but this is hard. I would like to say this will be my last post of complaining, but...probably not.

My other new struggle is our sweet Moxie. She is a sweet little pup and so good with the baby but i want to strangle her alot of the day. She still thinks she is a cute puppy. She does not sense the anger in my voice as I wish she would. We gave her the three strikes you're out. Well, she should have been out months ago. I can't bear to get rid of her. Our lab is older and actually listens (some what), but sweet little pug...kind of an idiot. She is not helping with the packing as her only trick is tearing paper and eating packing peanuts. Oh, I forgot the other trick. Scratching at the back door to see how long it takes me to quit feeding a baby or two and open the door just for her to run the opposite direction from the door. It is adorable!

Beware of stopping by our house. Laura and Jeremy stopped by yesterday with sweet Lillian and we tried to give them our children. Stop by at your on risk. You might leave with a baby or two!