Boxes, boxes, boxes

Our new house is filled with boxes, most of them empty by now. The boys have been a tremendous help in getting us unpacked quickly. As usual, we can count on Noah to try to confine himself in any enclosed space, over the years he has climbed into a new fridge, hidden in kitchen cabinets and tucked himself into nooks under stairs. Boxes just beg his attention and this is how we found him :-) The message on the box brought an even bigger smile to my face, this one was recycled from our Monterey move and packed by precious friends.