Pack Me Up!

Mom and Dad ordered our luggage the other day. It arrived in a big brown truck with a shield on the side. Mom says it's "UPS." The suitcases are big and black with lots of zippers. Of course I had to check it out for them and make sure it was going to fit everything we need to take with us.

Yep--all the important things fit in here!

I had to make sure all of the zippers work; they do!

Decisions

Mom and Dad finally made a decision: we're going to Cambridge! You see, England has a law that says if you want to study there and have kids, your program has to be at least 12 months, a whole year. Dad's program at Cambridge was only 11 months. So, Mommy had to apply to Anglia Ruskin University and hope she got in so we can go to Cambridge! Well, she found out this week that they want her to go to school there!

Dad was also accepted to Kings' College London (which was originally the back up plan). Mom and Dad had decided a week ago that maybe London is where we were supposed to be. But when Mom found out she got in, they had a big decision to make.

Mom's been totally stressed out about it for the last couple of weeks. Ok, for a few months. She stayed up a lot at night thinking about it and trying to decide what to do. But this week, they finally decided on Cambridge.

Looks like lots of Sundays punting on the Cam are in my future!

Getting a Passport

Mom and Dad said I need a passport to go to England. Seems kind of strange to me, since it doesn't expire for 10 years. So when I'm 5 years old and traveling back to Europe (because Mom says we're going to do that) my passport will have a picture of me at 3 1/2 months.

The government is kind of strange sometimes.

Since we have to get my passport processing soon, Mom and Dad insisted that I get my picture taken for it today. Of course they chose nap time to get that done. Everyone knows that being tired makes a person grumpy; what were they thinking?! They sat me down in my bouncy chair with a white pillowcase behind my head and tried to get me to smile. Of course I don't want to smile! I'm exhausted, I'm teething, and all I want to do is snuggle up in my blanket and sleep in Mom's arms.

I let them know of my displeasure through a rather impressive wail (if I say so myself) and scrunching up my face so they couldn't see my eyes. But then Mom made this amazing noise and I couldn't help myself; I calmed down and looked at the camera. I guess they got a good picture in the end.

Mom and Dad are taking me to the County Court House this afternoon to submit all the paperwork for my passport. Hope it goes better than their idea of a photo shoot...