Littleness.

We're moving. Sort of. In little. tiny. bits. at. a. time. Isn't that how you move when you have four children under six? 

Anyway, I don't have much to share right now since what I really have is way too much to even know where to begin. For now, I'll leave you with this adorable conversation:

Me: Ella, honey, why do your pants keep falling down like that? 

Ella: Like what?

Me: Like that (I say, pointing to the pants she's stepping on.)

Ella: Well...Mom, they're just not the size of me.