We have a week left here in Southern California. Nothing makes the move become more real than having all your beloved possessions tossed in boxes. Last night we ate speghetti standing up in the kitchen using paper plates and zutensils. We are counting down to a week now. Rob is frantically seeing what shots he needs and where to get a year's supply of malaria pills. We still have to write to the Indonesian consulate for permission to bring Max over. The boys are taking advantage of my stress and are asking for otter pops for breakfast and I'm granting it.
The passports haven't arrived yet. And it's only 9am. Cheers!