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We're preparing to move cross country (proper update on that subject next week, hopefully). The movers will be here on Monday. No, the house is not yet finished. Yes, we're both peeing our pants. So far the routine--if it can be called that--has gone something like this: start packing a box, stop when baby a cries, burp, change and swaddle baby a. Go back to packing. Cuddle baby b now fussing, feed, burp, change and swaddle baby b. Calm baby b, put it down. Baby a cries because he was disturbed by setting baby b down. Cuddle baby a. Baby a expresses desire to eat...again! Give baby a to wife for feeding while wife tries to set up utilities in new place. Burp, change, swaddle baby a. Forget where item to be packed went that was just had in hand. Pack baby a in box and swaddle picture frame. Swear. Unpack baby a, unswaddle picture frame, reswaddle baby. Trip over dog. Swear again. Ask wife what I did with item to be packed. Find item to be packed in crib, next to swaddled babies. Disturb babies while attempting to retrieve item, Make babies cry. Repeat.
Remind me never to move with brand new infants again. ;-)
And now, some cuteness:







And we end with a smile from Raiden and a sleepy expression from Timothy. See you again soon, folks!