So...I guess we've moved

And I say, "I guess," because Chris and the dog are still in North Carolina, our stuff is somewhere in transit (hopefully), and Miles, myself, and the cat are temporarily staying with my parents. But we closed on our Charlotte house last Thursday, so that's not our home anymore. We're pretty much homeless for the time being. And because Chris sold Willie (the '97 Civic that he drove for 11 years), we trully don't have any assets to our name. But we do have plenty of debts.

I have so many great little stories about the move process so far, but not the energy to write it. I need to go back and blog about some other things first, you know, like Chris graduating from his residency after three years. No biggie.

Suffice it to say, everything is in flux right now. Including nap times.

Who needs toys?

We recently discovered that no matter how cool toys are, Miles always prefers whatever else is around. Books. Magazines. Dog collars. Cat collars. A ladle. Etc. And a few weeks ago, after sweeping out under the stove, we discovered some long lost cat toys. They are small, crinkly, shiny balls.

And this is what he does with them.

He thought he was so funny, and so did I, until I realized the dye was running down his chin. (Anyone else notice that his nose flares out with his mouth full?)

His girlfriend was not impressed.

One step at a time

In case you haven’t figured it out, I have posted a lot of new videos to the blog tonight, but they are hidden in previous months. (Hint: check March 1, May 7, and May 17)

Remember when Miles was so happy to try this toy out on his birthday? Oh, that’s right, he hated it. But he’s gotten much braver the past few days. Today he took several steps, but then as soon as I got the camera out, he stopped because he would much rather try to grab the camera from my hands than do anything adorable. If only the camera didn’t chime when turning on.