We have begun the long, slow, and oh-so-tedious process of packing our house to move. It seems that every nook and cranny of this old house has been filled to overflowing with our stuff. We have thrown away bags upon bags of garbage. We have donated, sold, and returned things to the original owner. We have argued over what stays and what goes. We have filled, taped, and labeled more boxes than I could ever have imagined. This past weekend, we spent the entire weekend packing boxes.
While we packed, Maddie and Katie helped. They helped us discover the contents of each nook and each cranny. Oooh, wrapping paper! Come on, Katie, let’s wrap up some of our toys! What’s this? A whole box of rags! Come on, Maddie, let’s wipe all the furniture in the house! Wow, a box of old shoes! Let’s go, Katie! Let’s play dress-up! They helped and helped… couldn’t wait to get their hands on all the stuff.
While we packed, Maddie and Katie labeled the boxes. The box of diapers is clearly marked: DIPRS. The train set will not be missed when we unpack: TRAN ST. And Katie’s scribbles clearly indicate which box contains the winter coats. My little writers took that Sharpie and labeled everything…. even the floor.
While we packed, Maddie and Katie discovered. They discovered the joy of an empty box, and then they discovered the joys of 200 empty boxes. Can we fit in this one? Yep. How about this one? Yep. Can I shove Katie in this one and close the lid? Yep, sure can!
While we packed, Maddie and Katie didn’t argue (hardly) and didn’t fight (only once or twice). They helped and labeled and discovered…the whole long weekend.
Such good girls, while we packed.