Jolly, Procrastinating

This picture has nothing to do with this post except that I wanted to share the news that I've decided Harry is "Jolly." Look at him, all smiley and round. He got so excited about something he just flapped his little arms so hard that he simply tipped over. Yup, jolly. Also, he's in love with the dog. Sometimes I will look over at him and he's gazing at her and just giggling. He thinks she's hilariously entertaining (that's who he's grinning at as I caught him, mid-fall, except Ansel Adams here cut the dog out of the photo).

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Speaking of jolly, we leave for Disney World in eleven days. Have I started packing? No. Have I even looked in the storage closet to refresh my memory as to what kind of luggage we have to choose from and considered what the options are now that four have become six?

That would be a negative.

Denial. Procrastination.

I loathe packing.

I realize this is a giant first world problem. I mean, whoa is me, I'm going to Disney World (though I'm sure there are some out there who are pitying me). But still. Packing for six (because let's be honest here). Scary stuff. I don't even know where to begin. By the way, if anyone has any You absolutely must bring this or do this Disney World related wisdom you'd like to bestow on me, I'm all ears.

I'm not sure what I'm more excited about: seeing the wonder on the face of my children as they lay eyes on the Place Where Dreams Come True (cough, cough) or getting a break from loading and unloading the dishwasher approximately twelve times a day (seriously I sometimes feel like that's what I spend the majority of my day doing).