Oh, dear.

Well, here we are again, for the third time in less than two years. First it was from Raleigh to Massachusetts, then across town, and now back to North Carolina. Hickory, to be exact. That's part of why I haven't written--it's gone on the back burner while I try to figure out what the hell is going on. This is because we don't actually know when we're moving. I'm flying home, one-way, on Tuesday. But I don't know when our stuff will be moved, when my husband will be down, or anything! It's this frustrating limbo period, and it's going to resolve itself suddenly, and then BAM! we'll be moved. It's our first time using a moving company and I feel like I can't do anything.

In other news, Calvin's word count is up; in addition to Mama, Daddy, Nonnie, and Pops, he's saying Oma, dog, banana, and hey/hi/hello. He throws me his juice cup when he needs a refill, and eats with a fork if I load it for him. He knows where his bellybutton is, occasionally his nose, and he knows what phones do. He's allergic to something (possibly a contact allergy to tomatoes) but he eats lots of different things; he watches Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse, and Phineas and Ferb; he likes reading board books (sometimes on his own, especially the one with the photographs of babies in it); his favorite CD is Lykke Li's "Wounded Rhymes" and his favorite lullaby is "Wagon Wheel" by Old Crow Medicine Show. He takes one nap a day when I can get him to, goes to be between 8 and 9, and wakes up around 9 most days. He knows how to take batteries out of things, turn things on and off, use controllers of various types, and generally investigate his surroundings.

Until I know what's going on I feel like I'm in suspension. Things need to get moving soon.