My sweet, sentimental Linus! We are in the final hours of packing to move to our new hours. The kids are handling it really well and seem excited about the new house. Still, every time Linus identifies something that is slated not to come with us, he gets upset. The coping mechanism we’ve arrived at is to take a photo so he can remember the object. Here are a few of my favorites.

Beverage containers that he has literally never had a drink from.


A little paper box that Jenny gave me oh, about 15 years ago and which he had never seen until I put it in the recycling box.


And a dead worm he found in the garage. I guess we can’t choose what we love.