Moving Right Along

Big changes are coming for my little men. BIG changes. They’ve already weathered more than their share in the last year (especially having Daddy away for 6 months and us living at Grandy and Grampa’s house during that time), but there are so many mre on the way…

This week has been all about the packing around here. All of our stuff needs to fit into a small U-Haul trailer, the next size up from the one that looks like a tiny, hard-topped boat. This includes everything we brought with us- toys, books, clothes, computer, crib, toddler bed, movies, etc.- and anything we got while we were here (mostly toys and clothes). Most of the soft stuff is squished into Space Bags (excellent product so far), but the boxes are still piling up at an alarming rate.

How is this affecting Simon and Isaac? Well, I think I’m neglecting them. Not to the point where they’re missing meals or wearing barrels-with-suspenders instead of clothes, mind you, but we’re not having as much fun as we usually do. What’s probably worse, though, is that all of their stuff is disappearing. I’ve left the packing of toys and books as long as I could, but now it’s all got to go; we’re picking up the trailer tomorrow morning, and my Dad (God bless that man!) is leaving on Thursday to drive it out to Nova Scotia. The toy situation isn’t entirely bleak, thanks to the fact that their cousin Norah lives here and has a ready supply of toys, but it’s got to be a bit unnerving.

Simon is adjusting, though, as he always does. It’s amazing how much more he seems to understand now compared to 6 months ago, when we moved here; now he seems to understand why we’re packing, and he knows that we’re going to “go airpane, see Daddy! Go Daddy house!” He’s keeping his best “fwends” (stuffed toys) close, though- good thing we’ll have room in our luggage for many of them, so there won’t be a long separation! As for Isaac… I don’t know if he really cares about what’s going on. He’s happy to crawl around, getting into trouble when he can, begging to get picked up whenever he finds someone who’s capable of doing so, and trying to escape every time the front door opens. His family is still around, so it’s all good. The tough adjustment for him will come after the move; he probably doesn’t remember ever living anywhere but here, and he doesn’t know that we won’t always have Grandy, Grampa, Norah and Uncle Mark around. That’s going to be tough.

Moving sucks. Pretty much anything unfamiliar sucks, actually, when you’re 3 years old (or 9 months). We’re moving to a bigger home than we’ve ever had all to ourselves, and after a looooong 6 months apart, we’re finally going to be reunited with AJ. It’s going to be good. Still, we’ll need to get settled in the new house, make new friends, and adjust to a new schedule as AJ starts working shifts at all hours of the day/ night. We’re leaving behind what we know so that we can start another great adventure… I just hope I’ve done everything I can to make it ok for my boys.