Alert! The kid knows we're moving!

Okay, I'm not sure he knows what it means to move, but I think he is understanding that something is happening. Something big.

Toys are disappearing. Decorations are disappearing. Parents are packing.

So our baby has become so clingy. He's always a mamas boy, but since Thanksgiving, Bradley has been calling Mama and giving hugs and running for me and sitting in my lap.

(Side note: Wow, now that I read that, it's the sweetest thing I've ready, but I've been encouraging him to play with something or be with someone else, but maybe I need to just soak up this love because he might really need me now and also he won't always want this. Wow, tomorrow I'll hold those hugs longer.)

He knows something is happening. 

We've tried explaining the idea of moving, teaching him the sign for moving and talking about it. But I think nothing can prepar him.

Tomorrow, we have pods coming. Then we have movers coming. Oh, and Bryan teaches until 1. My babysitter is in class and my friend is sick. Bradley and I will attempt this (praying for a nap for him while all this goes down). But I'm not worried. I'm not stressed. We can do it. 

And we move so soon. Saturday. I can't wait to see what it's like. This chapter was short. Onto Chapter Champaign.