Oh my hell, y’all: the movers are coming a week from today. One. Week. Gulp!

We’re actually doing ok progress-wise, to the point where almost everything on my to-do list has been crossed off. But the things that remain – like, oh yeah, PACKING – are pretty huge.

So yeah, I’m wigging out. It’s gotten to the point that I’m now getting a whole flock of stress zits, which are starting about 10 feet below the surface of my skin and are coming up like big purple bruises on my face. Sex-ay.

And as much fun as I’m sure it is for people to read about my little mini-nervous breakdown over here, I’m going to change the topic to two funny and random Cate stories:

* The other night during her bath, I held up her little toy dolphin and say, “What is this?” I was trying to get her to either say or sign “fish.” (Yes, I know dolphins are mammals. It’s the closest thing to a fish that we’ve got among her bathtub toys.) Instead, she said, “BLUE!!” Shocked the heck out of me. When did she learn colors? I haven’t been able to get her to repeat it since then, but it was pretty cool.

* This morning, I was trying to get her out the door and into the car so I could take her to Patsy’s house. She insisted on carrying her ball outside with her, which fine, whatever gets you to move in that direction. Once we were in the driveway, she threw her ball, and it rolled under my car and got stuck near one of the tires. I sighed and muttered, “oh shit,” because I knew that meant I was going to have to get down on all fours and shimmy myself halfway under the car to retrieve it. And Cate, happy as a clam, parroted back, “SHIT!!” Umm. Uh-oh.

Looks like it’s time for Mommy to clean up her language, because we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do when we see the grandparents next week if she pulls that one again. Luckily, Cate can also say “sit” (since I’m always telling her that she can’t stand up in her chair, she has to sit down), so maybe I can pretend that’s what she’s saying and that her enunciation makes it sound like there’s an H when there really isn’t? Here’s hoping.