Although I've always seen the world through an artistic lens, I've never slept with actual art on my sheets!

Trying to let Axel exhibit some independence while I clean, pack and purge, I never realized that my bed would erupt into a canvas.  On the loose with a green crayon, he made a few nice drawings on the largest blank slate he's ever had access to.  Must have been amazing for the 5 minutes before I caught him.

I was happily cleaning out the linen closet, ridding the bathroom of old product; literally I was just inches from him.  Trying to avoid eye contact...he was playing so quietly...should have been a sign.

My tip off was when he came in search of paper towels to "wipe".  He had attempted to clean the crayon with Windex off my night stand, and realized after soaking my pillow in Windex that he had gone too far.

Well, I've found out that although I claim to be a "professional re-locator", this is my first experience with child.  hmmmm, really takes the enjoyment out of the process.

Between the kid and the craptastic apartment we are not "moving into", but only "staying at for a short time", this is bound to be the most interesting move yet.

The move is sensed by all.  The dog especially.  I found him yesterday afternoon staking out the roof of his dog house ("This better be coming with us!").  Axel decided it best to hide with the one thing I am sure to not leave behind, my china.

Today we celebrated our last birthday in this house, Jahred's.  I'm secretly jealous that everyone got to spend one last birthday here...while I will be spending mine in a less desirable place.