packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking ...

I feel like all we'll do for the next five days is pack and unpack.

First we've got to pack Cayden and a whole lotta his crap up for two nights at Grandma Barb's: Friday night we're staying home, but we figure we may as well try to get one good night's sleep before a LONG day and night in State College Saturday.

But after we unpack Cayden at Grandmas we've got to go back home to pack for a football weekend at Penn State. We'll leave around 5:30 or 6 a.m. for State College, tailgate all day, go to the game, then crash and Fritz's Toftrees apartment.

Then we come home to unpack tailgating stuff and unpack baby stuff, only to start figuring out how we're going to pack all our stuff AND his stuff for two weeks in Canada, starting Wednesday.

We're hoping Chicken Wing won't torture the Brassell women too much (it will be a three-generation babysitting effort over the next two-and-a-half-days). The past couple of days weren't nearly as good as the start to the week was. He's been in bed with us the past two nights (no crib), and we're still trying to figure out how to make him take the nap he desperately needs each afternoon.

Oh, and Tuesday morning's diaper was most certainly a doozie. Yesterday Cayden's weight was 6 ounces more than it was two days before. He's broken 15 pounds. Funny, because the weight limit on the Pack'n'Play changing station is 15 pounds. Looks like we'll have to figure something else out for Canada. Or maybe we'll just take it so Spike has a comfy place to sleep.

And a quick shout-out to Fitz, who surprised us with a visit to the house Wednesday when he was in the area for work. Great to chat (almost entirely about babies, since Beth is due in just over 2 months), although it's crazy to realize how much we've grown up from the college experiences that brought us together. Frat relations, sorority rumors and local bands used to dominate every conversation; now we spend hours talking about baby monitors and breastfeeding.