Today we moved in three... count them, THREE... van loads full of boxes and stuff! We also got another giant box full of garbage out (always fulfilling) and another 2 boxes over to donate. AAAAHH. This move is becoming increasingly real. Which is definitely a good thing. I'm less overwhelmed and feeling more confident about it. (And don't worry... there was a little bit of water in the bottom of the smoker, which dripped. Not oil or anything weird like that.)
My cousin Alaina said that Annalisa looked like a painting during her nap on Grandma F's couch last Sunday. Anna was so funny--she refused her nap, then fell asleep right on Grandma's hardwood kitchen floor. We moved her to the couch where she sprawled out and had a good solid sleep.
Now, I want to ask some advice from those of you who move more often than I do... what can I do to keep the stress down and still be a family amid all this move? Cody and I just want to pack boxes and get this all done with. But today as we were loading up our third van load, the kids were playing and running around and talking about tomatoes and pumpkins, and I realized just how precious their childhood is. I want them to have special childhood moments during this move, but how do I balance everything? Do I just push the move as hard as I can, and attempt to make up for lost time later, or do I try to slow it down as much as safely possible so we can still savor each moment? So far we've been trying to maintain the basic schedule as much as possible, and involve the kids with everything move so they can take ownership in it. But is this the right thing to do? Suggestions anyone?