I've been completely overwhelmed with all the sorting and selling, and seem to be suffering from a greatly diminished ability to focus on anything non-moving related. Luckily, my awesome parents came to spend some time with me last week and were very helpful - meaning they got to have fun with A so that I could focus on the aforementioned drudgery. My favorite memory of the week is my dad sitting on the couch facing the window and calling out to A all the shapes he could see in the clouds.
One other highlight, while sorting through some random scraps shoved into a drawer, was finding a little conversation I had copied down from last year...
C: Hurry...take a bite of your carrot. That's what good little bunnies do.
A: But bad little bunnies don't eat their carrots?
C: That's right.
A: I want to be a bad bunny.