I am surrounded by boxes. Our packers came at 9:00 this morning and they were finished packing up everything that went in boxes by 2:30pm. Since we are taking my laptop to Altus with us, we decided to try to get on the internet to watch Lost. The connection we're using is way too slow for a big video, but it's fine for blogging! :)
Tonight we ate dinner at La Macarena, the best Mexican restaurant in town. Actually, it's the only Mexican restaurant we've tried in town, but we really like it. Eva has been ON ONE today and was driving both of us a little crazy. She has that weird rash again. I'm hoping it's just a heat rash, but we'll see. I think she also senses that things are different and we're trying to distract her so we can get things done. Besides the fact that there are boxes EVERYWHERE. By the way, in their placement of boxes they definitely did NOT plan for a pregnant woman to be walking around the house. There is only one route I can take through the kitchen and living room because my days of squeezing through small spaces are over. Believe me, I tried. I tried to squeeze through a stack of boxes and the doorway this morning to get to the fridge, and my stomach hurt for several minutes afterward. No more of that. But don't worry--that definitely did not slow Leighton down. He's kicking as much as ever. Little punk. :)
I am sad to be leaving Enid, but now that I'm sitting on my bed in a sea of brown cardboard, I just want to get the heck out of here and move already. Let's be honest. I ate ice cream with a pen tonight as Andrew failed to believe me that we needed to keep out a few plastic utensils and cups and plates. For bath toys, Eva played with my mirror I use when I want to see the back of my hair. We had to borrow towels from our friends as we didn't keep any out for ourselves. Moving is great, but the in-between part really stinks. I'm actually looking forward to getting into my future home for 4 months--a military hotel room. Bring it on--I am so ready.