We moved last weekend. Right after Jacob’s last day at preschool and before his first day of summer camp. This was no accident. This is a child that needs to be kept BUSY. Otherwise he starts tossing around the other “b” word. (NO, not that one.)
My sister came to visit a few days ago. Aunt Elaine. Jacob LOVES to play with Aunt Elaine. Loves, loves, LOVES it. Of course Emma does too in her own I-will-cling-to-Mommy-while-you’re-here-but-allow-you-to-entertain-me sort of way. Incidentally, after a day of this (clinging and expecting Aunt Elaine to be her personal court jester) Emma whined piteously for Aunt Elaine at bedtime. “Annn Elaaaaaaaine! Annn Elaaaaaaaine” She would NOT get in her crib until she had said a proper goodnight to Aunt Elaine. A proper good night turned out to be a ten minute ritual involving several rounds of hugs. Waving goodbye. And blowing kisses. It reminded me of that scene in “The Sound of Music” when that Austrian woman would not get off the stage at the music festival.
We are down to the wire. Just over a week before we move. For our almost-five-year-old (Jacob) and almost-two-year-old (Emma), this means . . . almost-nothing. They’re not so impressed. You need to put everything in the house into boxes, Mommy? Whatever. Where’s my Elmo video? Clearly, there are more important things to focus on.
We’re moving out of our house in about two weeks. So of course we’re all busy preparing.