ELEVEN.

Last night we took a break from packing (woooooooo!) and went to Nana and Papa John's for dinner. Which was perfect timing, because the PB&Js I've been rocking all week are rather pathetic. And one can only eat so much pizza. (Words I never thought I'd mutter, but are sadly truth.)

Anyway, the below is a result of a later-than-normal bedtime and lots of sugary treats from Nana. Also? Kid loves him some Olympics. As you will hear, he's "totally an Olympic diver." I can't even.

Tomorrow is TEN days. TEN. Like, one away from single digits. There are literally birds chirping and swirling around my noggin.