We are in hardcore packing mode. N has been really helpful. He likes to help me puts things in boxes and tape up the boxes and label them. We went through a lot of things in his room yesterday, and he told me there were lots of books he wanted to keep because "they make me happy". We came across a whole bunch of onesies that the mother-daughter book club decorated for him before he was born. He never wore them. He said that they made him happy because "it means that people like me". So sweet.

So. Much. Packing. To. Do.