I can't wait until we're at my Mom's place. I'm just gonna crash and sleep. I am so tired and probably won't have the time for a full night's sleep until a week from today.

Last night we went out on more errands, grabbed some burgers for dinner, and came back and got a bit more packing done. The kitchen is now about 3/4 done. We had wanted to get it fully done last night, but as it is we didn't even get to bed until 1am. So, we'd like to finish the kitchen tonight after heading out for other things.

Yesterday I called all of the utilities in my name to have them shut off as of the 21st and have the final bills sent to my Mom's place. Today I need to call other places (like my credit card companies) and change my billing address. I hate making phone calls. Meh. Sucks worse than packing.

Gabriel has learned to string words together and has taken to saying "my Mama" a lot. He looks at me and says "my Mama". I then agree with him and tell him I'm "your Mama". He gets the cutest look on his face and the says back to me "MY Mama". Too cute. He'll be ten months old on Monday. Isn't this a bit early to start being able to put words together? Then again I was speaking in complete sentences by the time I was a year old.

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