Closing Time

{making photo booth props instead of packing. sorry, not sorry}

The moving process has officially started this week, which in our world means letting The Bean go to town on the bookshelf he's been eyeing for the past 3 months and pull down as many paperbacks as his chubby fingers can.

We then stack said books into a box, 

so he can crawl over, stand up, and start taking them all back out. 

At that rate, we'd be lucky to move out November of 2037.

Thankfully, the discovery of a stale cheerio and two plastic hangers distracted him for the rest of the night. 

It's all about the little things for babies too.

And the fact that he's a crawling-standing-book-throwing-machine is an all too constant reminder of the long days and short years time warp phenomenon we've got going on. 

We'll be celebrating his {this was the shortest year in the history of years ever} first birthday in a few weeks, which in my world means plenty of chocolate fueled pinterest binges to help me cope, I mean, plan. 

wahhhh.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}