She Says… Home, Sweet Home

Well, we’re here. The move day went as well as could be expected (though move days are never “smooth”, right?). We woke up as normal, woke Owen up, and Benjamin took apart his crib (the last piece of furniture standing in our whole house) while I gave him a bottle. We wanted to try to minimize disruption to Owen’s schedule as much as possible, so I drove him, Schnitzel and a carload of breakable things out to the house after his morning bottle. That means Benjamin was left to do all of the last minute packing, directing the movers, and cleaning. Yikes. Bonus points for Daddy.

So being the obnoxiously organized person that I am, I had a list of all the things I needed to put in a last-minute bag to take with us to the new house that morning (you know, the important stuff like diapers and my cell phone and the all important lovey). It was packed and ready to go when we said our goodbyes to the old house and headed off for the new.

Only one problem. It was still sitting in our old bedroom while I drove away.

Mayjuh oops. So I arrived at the new house with a single diaper that (thankfully) had been stuck in my purse at another time, no wipes, no lovey, and no cell phone. Since we haven’t gotten cable/internet/phone set up in our new place yet, I was in a technological black hole with no way to hear how the progress was going at the old house or when the movers would be on their way to the new house with all of our stuff. Mommy fail.

It also had all of Owen’s toys in it. So we waited. A long time. Thankfully Owen is easily amused — who knew that cabinet doors with child locks on them would provide endless hours of giggles and entertainment? All he wanted to do was pull on them and figure out how to open them. To be honest, though, I’m still learning how to open them too; I have smashed my fingers trying to push down the little tabs so many times in the last few days. Also, I don’t know what people without dogs do to entertain their children when they grow tired of toys. Schnitzel was an awesome distraction! They chased each other all around the house and laughed and laughed. It is AMAZING how much more space we have to play in. Owen and Schnitzel are both in heaven. (Big news! As soon as I had Owen in my arms, Schnitzel ran up and down the stairs and through the baby gate without any issues at all, unlike the last time we were at the house. What a crazy brave dog.)

I changed that one diaper as strategically as possible in order to have it last until reinforcements arrived.

The weather felt like summer and I took Owen and Schnitzel outside in our new yard. Schnitzel pranced like he had just won a lifetime’s supply of treats in the doggie lottery (it may still be a small yard in most peoples’ eyes, but it’s a HUGE improvement from our old yard!), but Owen was not so sure about this weird green stuff sticking out of the ground. I put his little feet into the grass (which he has never really touched… that is a testament to the weather we’ve been having and a sad side effect of living in the city) and immediately he curled them up, refused to stand, and burst into tears. Poor city baby doesn’t know what to do with nature! That will change quickly, I hope.

Finally the movers arrived and I bounced Owen around while we directed them. Master bedroom! Master closet (more on this later — there is a whole ROOM designated to the master closet)! Basement! Office! Kitchen!

Now all we have to do is unpack. With a wriggly toddler intent on eating everything we pull out of a box. And working full time. Hmmm. Anyone want to come over and help?

 

 

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11 responses to “She Says… Home, Sweet Home

  1. Congrats on the big move! Good luck unpacking. My kids hated the feel of grass for quite a while. It was handy, actually. I’d bring out a quilt for them to sit on, and I knew they wouldn’t leave the quilt because they hated the grass! Unfortunately, that didn’t last forever. 🙂

  2. my husband apparently always hated grass on his feet as a little boy (and he was born in a house with a yard, no city excuse there). they tried to lure him out there with favorite toys on a blanket, and he would just walk along the edge of the grass with his little arms out looking sad until someone just took him out there. obviously I wasn’t there, but cute and a little sad to imagine it!

  3. We live in the boondocks and our baby still screams when she touches grass, so go figure. She’s better about it now, but the first few times weren’t pretty.

    I’m glad to hear that the dog decided to be brave. He’s too big to refuse to go on stairs! 🙂

  4. Yay for Schnitzel! Congrats on the move. Sometimes I think unpacking is worse than packing. Hopefully Owen warms up to the grass!

  5. Congrats on the move guys! I’m sure you were glad when the day was over.

  6. Congrats on the move!! Eli & I would totally come help you unpack… him & Owen would be besties!

    Eli loves grass. Especially in or around his mouth 😦

  7. blaine hated grass for about one day. owen will love the new yard in no time!! congrats on being in the new house!

  8. Yay for being all moved in! And way to make the most of not having the all-important bag – sounds like it worked out well, all things considered. Elle hates grass, too, but is slowly warming up to it, if she’s in the right mood 🙂

  9. Congrats on the move!! Good luck unpacking, I totally understand how it might feel a little overwhelming now that Owen is on the go! I can’t get anything done these days and I am only trying to put away laundry and things like that. 🙂

  10. Congrats on your new house! I am so impressed of you all moving with a toddler!

  11. Being a military spouse, unpacking is just awful lol. It takes forever when you’re off and childless. I can’t imagine working full time and a baby! On our last move, I had to pack everything when we bought the house and then unpack all by myself since he was deployed. It took me months (but I got a job and was working 60 hrs a week), but I HATE unpacking!

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