Thinking Outside The Box (If Only We Could)

We have officially reached that phase of packing where key things are now missing from our daily routine. Last night, mid-cooking, I realized that I had cleverly packed all of our potholders at the bottom of a big box of kitchen stuff, forcing me to improvise a protective mit out of scattered household items. Max has adapted to the new, boxed-in lifestyle with his characteristic good cheer, finding the boxes excellent launching pads for all sorts of gymnastics. He has learned to climb to the top of box piles, but he has not learned to reign in his excitement enough to avoid falling off again immediately. This has led to some disappointed tears. He is also fascinated by the tape gun, and has repeatedly requested a turn with it. So far, Ian has selfishly not acquiesced to these requests, but hope springs eternal.