Oblivious to the boxes piling up around us, Eli and Rachel look adoringly on yours truly.
OK, enough with the adoration.
Perhaps I can camouflage myself right here, to get a few minutes of peace...
So now we're up in Jenkintown. Daddy took a picture of my room before the hordes of movers arrived:
It's very Zen. I wish they kept it this way.
The moving totally pooped out mommy and me. It was a little ridiculous watching Daddy and Eli sitting around drinking Mint Juleps while the ladies did all the hard work.
Here we are in our new breakfast room. New rules in PA-- sitting on the table is allowed!
I've discovered that while the bottle is good, fingers taste even better. Although this new delicacy has its downside. Eli has become obsessed with the song "Maneater" by some cheesy pop duo, and he keeps singing about me being a "Handeater." Ha ha, real funny.
Daddy told me to put up this last picture solely for the benefit of the D.C. ultimate crowd. Apparently, daddy filed for something called a "restraining order" right after this picture was taken. Whatever that means.
Incidentally, now that we're out of the South, I have to say that I'm much more attractive relative to the rest of the population. I don't know what it is about the Northeast, but it is a bit of a boost to my self-esteem.
More soon-- stay posted here for 4th of July pictures and my first foray into "solid" food.
