We spent a great deal of time over the weekend packing. Even poor John who has been battling a cold for a few days now. With just a couple weeks left before the Big Move (assuming the appraisal gets resolved...), we need to keep on trucking. I really don't think we could have got as much accomplished over the weekend if it weren't for the help of our boys. Kiefer was vital in the supply of packing material. I re-used some plastic shopping bags as box stuffing and he made sure to attack every bag, viciously clawing and biting them to make sure they didn't pose a threat to me or our things. He was even brave enough to venture into some of them, ensuring there was no funny business going on within. Dexter provided crucial moral support, jumping into my lap every few minutes with some hugs and kisses. He also made sure my glass wrapping was up to par by pouncing on the wrapping paper and dancing across it. However, one of our sons really went the extra mile and without his help and support, I think the painstakingly repetitive task of wrapping up all our breakables would have been too much for me. As you can see from the photographic evidence, Elliot took it upon himself to crawl into the packing paper box... and nap. Maybe he thought the warmth of his body would create a more flexible paper that would hug our things like he hugs himself while he dreams. Or maybe he thought he could lend some of his fur to our things, adding another layer of protection. Who can know what goes on in his tiny mind? I'm just glad to know we have three amazing sons who would stop at nothing to make sure we know they're there to help us and wouldn't let anything (but themselves) stand in our way.
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