The last time we made a transcontinental move, this little guy

was this little guy.

{First African bath, in the sink of our short-term rental! Age 1}

His previous affinity for suitcases

turned into a feeling more akin to … um…

extreme dislike.

And now that he sees the boxes, the suitcases, and the occasional disappearance of toys…he finds it all a little…unsettling. So please say a little prayer for the little Bear.

He also seems to have picked up a wee cold/runny nose/grumpy attitude/sore throat in this wet and wintry Cape weather. And so have his Mom and Dad. (The Tank seems strong in that department no surprise there…but still a little fussier than usual with a very wee cold.) So perhaps while you’re saying that little Bear prayer, say one for the rest of the Collie Clan, too.

The mountain of laundry {which needs to be climbed before packing} is becoming a molehill. <|: – ) {See the party hat guy?} And the shippers arrive on Tuesday. If I had the time, I could write a bucket-load of sentimentalities about this transition. They’ll probably arrive once we’re over this molehill. My heart wanders just pondering it all…

Blessings and thanks for the encouragement in the meantime!

xCC