the first of many.

There is no way to determine how many photos will be taken of this girl inside vintage buses. This one will make its way to England soon.

Yesterday, I took advantage of the great weather and strapped Claire into her sling to visit my favorite little book shop. We both got new books and Claire got to flirt with the shop staff, who love her. She had (literally) devoured her book by the time we got home. All edges were chewed to oblivion. She seemed quite pleased with her work.

We are eagerly awaiting news about our house. We could have the keys by Wednesday! I have yet to pack a box because it hardly seems possible that we are moving and my mother trained me to be able to pack all of my belongings in an hour. We'll see how that works out for me. I have moved through the 5 stages of grief (sadness, pouting, bargaining, eating) and am now at acceptance. My head knows that this is right, my heart is just starting to catch up.