Unpacking for the Move

We pack, Paige unpacks at least as fast. This morning I started packing pots, but soon they were placed in a path across the floor for Paige to use as stepping stones.

That's the extent of what I accomplished today. Zero. Speaking of which.............
Paige learned to say zero. Or "zewo" actually. That's how old Cason is, as far as she's concerned. She likes to try and make the o shape with her fist when she says it, but it's more of a tear drop shape when she does it.

She also face planted off of Grama's porch swing. She seems to do her scariest stunts over there. Connie and I freaked out, because Paige was SCREAMING and it looked like her eyes were gonna roll back in her head. Ugh. But after a minute I got her happy by letting her jingle all the windchimes, and all was well after that.

Look at these thighs. Or thighzeez, as we lovingly refer to them in our house.