Moving truck comes tomorrow

Must be Italian.

Slackers. Neither lifted a finger to help us.

I swung by Trader Joes to pick up some boxes by their dumpster. It wasn't until I got home that I realized Dan is probably upset. Sorry Dan, whoever you are.

Let's hope all this fits.

Two ways to pack

Erinn's way. Neat, organized, little colored dots indicating where the boxes will go in the new house...

And my way. Whatever fits in a box.

Simon loves his paci...

 

 

...and so does Callie.

 

Last In-N-Out?

We had what could be our last In-n-Out today. I won't say it's our last, because we might pick one up on our way to the airport next week. It was tremendous as always.

Look at that grease trying to get out of the bag. Fantastic.

Three burgers?

Here's why I got three. On the burger wrapper is Revelation 3:20. I looked it up and it says

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me”

So I got the third for JC in case he was going to stop by. Unfortunately by the time he showed up, I was halfway through the burger. I gave him some fries instead.

Never before have I wanted to eat a receipt. Until now.

Summer's hit South Pas

We hit 100 degrees and Simon didn't melt, especially with his sleeveless shirt. He's ready for Austin.

Sunday's best

Packing up

Simon enjoys watching Mom box everything up.

So does Callie.

Sad faces

"Somebody's tired."

Getting bigger

Simon's big eyes now match his big cheeks.

At the beach

Simon's first trip to the beach, and he slept through the whole thing.

Last days of school

Erinn and I had our last days of school this week. Here's what some students drew on my whiteboard. I obviously didn't do much to stop the Texas stereotype seeing as how the stick figures have boots, guns and a cowboy hat on.

A month old and some change

Callie loves it when Simon poops n' farts. Whenever she hears him rip one, she'll run over and smell what's going on. Just another of life's simple pleasures I suppose.

Erinn, don't worry. I pushed Callie away before she could lick his face.

My four minute mile*

*this is all assumed that I continue at the pace shown above. Even though my jogging routine has severely lapsed, there's no reason to think that I couldn't keep that up.

Sitting around...

...making faces.

One month old