Life Moves Pretty Fast...

It seems like just last week I was sitting in my Brooklyn apartment, looking around at all of the stuff yet to be packed and wondering how it was possible that I had twenty-something boxes of stuff already stacked in the hallway. Since then, all of that stuff has been packed, crammed into a U-Haul, some of it has been littered on the streets of Brooklyn, inventoried at the border and unpacked into a storage locker in Kemptville. And our little family has been to Santa Fe, Kingston, Kemptville, Kingston, Ottawa, Kingston, Ottawa, Kingston, Las Vegas, Kingston and Toronto. We have rested our weary heads in hotels and with both sets of grandparents. We have pawned off our daughter with her grandparents more times in the last two weeks than in her entire life, combined. And it has been great. She loves her grandparents, and we now have a home to move to in June and a car to tote us around for the next few years. We've vacationed, we've partied and we've slept, and we're ready to soak up Toronto for the next month while J does an orientation course that will introduce him to Canadian culture or some such nonsense. During the month we have lots of visiting planned, and lots more family bonding planned, although I think it's going well so far. Our daughter informed us that she would not be coming with us to Toronto, that she would stay with GrammaPapa in Kingston. Then, once in Toronto, it took her about thirty seconds to latch on to "Mike! MIKE!" and demand that he attentively watch her every move. Uncle "Timbo" has been reserved for story time tonight, and watching Gramma Leslie ride horses this morning was pretty fun too. As for her parents, we'll just fade happily into the background until she remembers to stop by for a kiss or a cuddle. And who knows, there may be a date night or two in it for us if we play our cards right.