Muddy Everett.

So, packing up a house takes a really, really long time. Especially when one person is basically doing all the work. While I am trying to work 3-4 hours a day, taking care of the kids, picking out carpet for the new house, etc., poor Rick is wrestling bubble wrap and emptying bookshelves and loading up one box at a time.

Obviously there is no time for blogging, but I had to share this picture of Everett.

Every Tuesday evening, we all head over to the Y. I go to kickboxing, Faye goes to the childcare room, Carson plays T-ball, Rick coaches his team, and Everett watches the T-ball game. He is usually so good to sit right by the game and play with his little red football the whole time. However, yesterday when Faye and I ran in after leaving kickboxing early to catch the last part of the game, Everett was no where to be found. I started to get a little bit panicky after a few minutes of looking all around the fields and not seeing him. Then another T-ball mom pointed to a little blond boy way out past the fields and asked if that was who I was looking for. Everett was facing away from us, and I said, "hm, he wasn't wearing brown shorts, but it looks like him." So I ran over, and it turns out the brown shorts were actually the blue shorts turned brown when he plopped down in the mud. When I got to him, he looked up at me and with a really concerned expression said, "MOM, do you have a... boat?" He really needed a little boat to put in the muddy "bath" with him. So I took pictures, walked him back over to the game (where you can imagine everyone loved it), and when he asked if he could ride home in the nude I said YES.

And these are pictures from a different T-ball game when we all stayed to watch.

Everett asked me to take pictures of him making different faces.