The Move

Last weekend mom and dad, or also known as KK and Pops, moved. Crazy thing... their house wasn't even on the market. Really? How does that happen? Anyways, someone wanted to buy their house.... they loved their home, weren't attached to it, so adios... start looking for a new one. Hooray for them. 

They were set to move on Saturday, so Friday night we went over to help pack some last minute boxes. Help is a strong word to use... we, as in Fulton and myself, didn't do much helping. He did enjoy playing in the boxes though.

 Aunt Keri and Uncle Pete came too and Fulton was pumped to have lots of people to entertain.

The highlight of his night was probably attempting to escape from me and making a beeline to the ramp going up in the truck. Talk about mad... he sure was when I pulled him back down. 

He stole Pop's gloves and was determined to help... and to keep me out of this picture too. He succeeded at one of those things. 

 Saturday morning we were back up and ready to help unload at the new house. Pops had a little shadow trailing behind him most of the day.

But again... we weren't much help. Someone was more interested in having lunch. It was a successful weekend of moving and we love their new house.