Transition Time is Nearing an End … And It's All Good

Well, the move is over.  We are settling in to our new home, and the girls handled it really well.  We were fortunate in that it was a slow move.  We had both places for almost a month, so we were able to get them really used to their new home before we officially moved in.  There were lots of trips back and forth, which is easy when it’s only a 2-mile move.  However, if you’re moving with young kids, I highly recommend trying to find some way for your kids to spend time at the new house before they have to sleep there.  I really think it helped them adjust more quickly.  Not that it was a seamless transition . . .

Every morning for an entire week, Bugster got up and ran to the front door, grabbed her shoes, and asked to go to my car.  It’s like she was saying, “Mommy, I slept here.  But I’m done visiting.  Can we go home now?”  Thankfully, that ended.  And, now Bugster seems very comfortable in our new home.

Now, we have a bunch of boxes.  They don’t seem to be decreasing in number – they line our hallway, and every single room has a few stacks.  They will eventually go away, although I am sure that will only happen if Dear Hubby and I actually unpack them.  It’s tough, because life goes on and sucks away unpacking time; we still have to cook, eat, and do dishes and laundry.  Sooner or later, we’ll be settled (although I have a feeling it’s going to be later).

The Big Cheese also started preschool yesterday.   Yep, the timing could have been better for her, but she has been looking forward to school for so long, I don’t think it added much stress to her.  (I would share a really great picture with you from The Big Cheese’s first day — but the USB cable is still packed away somewhere . . .)  She seemed pretty dazed when I dropped her off, but there weren’t any tears.  I should clarify – there weren’t any tears on her end.  I cried on and off for a couple hours.  But, some friends distracted me, so the six hours actually went by pretty quickly.  When I picked her up, she got mad.  She wouldn’t talk to me except to ask me to leave.  I got there a few minutes earlier than I said I would, so she missed afternoon story time.  It was a grave error, and one that I probably won’t make again.  What can I say?  My kid really likes books, and they apparently are way better than mommy.  Along with liking books, it is safe to say that The Big Cheese really, really likes preschool.   It’s going to be so great for her, and now Bugster and I get to embark on some one-on-one time for the first time ever.  I think it’s a good time for my family right now, and I wish the same happiness for you and your family.

Selling Our Move

We just found out we’re moving.  We put an offer in months ago, and, finally, we received word that we’ll be closing in a few weeks.  It’s actually happening.  Yikes!  We’re finally going to be homeowners, instead of renters, which is awesome.  But, we have so, so much to do.  We are in a constant state of trying to figure out what to do next.  Do we clean the bathrooms or pack?  Go the paint store to look at color samples or do laundry?  Oh, yeah, and we have to prepare the girls. 

Bugster is so young that we can’t really prepare her.  For her, it’ll be a matter of working to make her comfortable as soon as possible once we move.  We’ll have her favorite stuffed animals out for her and her favorite books prominently displayed on the bookcase.  After a week or so, it should feel like normal.

The Big Cheese understands more.  To introduce the idea to her, we read her a book called Moving House.  It’s written for preschoolers, and it explains moving at their level.  Once we went through that book a few times, we told The Big Cheese that we were going to move to a new house.  As expected, we received the standard 3-year-old response: “I don’t want to.” 

Now, we had to start thinking like a 3-year-old.  What would be her favorite parts of our new house?  It has a community pool.  That has to be a hit, right?  So, we tell her there’s a pool.  There’s a big smile and some excitement.  NOW, we’re getting somewhere.  But the smile started to fade pretty quickly, as she began asking if she’d have to swim by herself or if we could swim with her.  So, to keep her excitement level up, we pulled out the only other big card we had.  We told her that the new house has two potties.  (Being recently potty trained, potties are very important in her world.  And, we currently have only one bathroom.)  She thought that was funny and started to laugh.  Then, she asked if we could bring her little potty (aka potty chair) to the new house, too.  I told her we would, and that sealed it.  She was now officially excited to move to a new house.  Thank goodness for the simple joys of preschoolers!

Her excitement level goes up and down, and I imagine that will be the case even after we move.  She is worried about who will live here after we move out, and whether there will be a little girl here who will need The Big Cheese’s potty.  She’s really excited about the pool, though, so we’re glad it’s summer — we can get a lot of mileage out of talking that up!

The next several weeks will be crazy!  I’ll post again when I can find my computer through the rubble of boxes and paper.