The real moving boxes and gathered food/diaper boxes are not friends I guess

 Not to say Chris isn’t busy, he is right beside me packing away at night.  During the day, I don’t get too much packing done with Greta, the destructor, following my every footstep.  I spend most of my time making sure she doesn’t kill herself by climbing all those boxes (yes, she’s climbing like crazy now) or pulling things on top of herself.  As you can see below, she’s got her eye on getting all of those wrapped up paintings in her possession before the end of the day.

 I am a little bit of a packing Nazi.  I tell Chris about 6 times a night, don’t just throw random stuff in a box.  Organize it and pack it correctly and label the box.  Here is my formal apology to Chris.  Sorry for drilling that into your head babe, you have done amazing and I have no complaints.  In fact, while preventing Greta’s certain death in the box scene this morning, I came across a couple of boxes Chris had labeled accurately….and hilariously.