or more like bon petite voyage a few miles down the road to our temporary abode.
{more about that later ... gotta keep you hungry for more mediocre}
But! I'll let you guess how many seconds it took for Sebastian to push that appliance dolly down and conveniently onto Theo (who was fine, just angry) ...
Fine, I'll tell you: one.
So I think last week and this week might just be one of those precious capsules of time that we just sort of lure into a dark and damp enclosure, quickly lock up and chuck the key forever. And ever. Everyone moves ... we aren't special. I just never ever want to do it again. Or I might be tempted into looking into these magical creatures I've heard so much about ... professional movers.
We hired one of our sitter's brothers for an hour to help with the dressers and couches but other than that ... Simon deserves an award. And many stiff drinks. And 18 holes of golf. Or maybe just nine ... let's not get too crazy.
Anyway, some highlights from the weekend ...
The kids are weirdly obsessed with this folding table + chairs but since we only have two chairs my little sweethearts go into crazed gladiator mode and fight to the almostdeath for a chair so the table and chairs usually stay hidden in a closet but they came out for the move and Theo woke up BRIGHT and EARLY to drape his blankie over the coveted treasure.
The other chair? At the foot of Julia's bed - under the covers.
Curious how you might go about raising generous and loving childrens? Just ask me.
unhappiest camper with the biggest hooves I've ever encountered on a 13-month-old (because I have a little anthropological study of 13-month-olds and their foot size running on the side, naturally). She insisted on putting Theo's shoes on the other day and ... they pretty much fit. Which is weird because she's such a tiny human. Our little Goliatha.
the kids playing in the hospital "porchyard" after Mass where we ate "pantcakes" ... according to Julia and I'll say it again! Any questions on childrearing ... please get in touch with me asap.
A magnet to call my very own.
this little piglet rarely leaves my side these days and is always quick to tell me that there are two babies inhabiting my person (using that exact verbage). Phoebe might be completely oblivious to her imminent dethroning but Wilbur no dummy.
Simon got a gift card to an incredible Italian restaurant (Charlie Gitto's - which I just discovered I've been mispronouncing forEVER) for Christmas from a group at the hospital his third year and so we lived it up the following August for our anniversary and I stilllll think about the food. So! For Christmas .... Simon surprised me with a gift card to be used the weekend he finished nights. Do you follow? Me neither. It was a real good time with some real good food. And our server gave us a free slice of cake to ensure that we really lived it up before we became parents. ;)
Not pictured: and lest I was even a tiny bit tempted to get emotional when we left the house ... a giant bee (technical name) flew down the front of my tent/dress right after I'd gotten in the van on Monday evening. Once I realized the imminent danger I was in ... I had no choice but to do the traditional, "dance and shriek like a lunatic in the driveway" until the bee made his/her way off of my person. Actual decades were shaved off my life.
FINE. One more picture + fun caption.
A wonder Simon didn't burn it down (his words) after we found out the final walk-thru was going to be a full day earlier than initially planned and the rush to get it fully emptied and cleaned was um, extra rushed. But .. it's done.
Just like this fiesta of a post.
Something less profound SOON. I pinky promise. X
{more about that later ... gotta keep you hungry for more mediocre}
But! I'll let you guess how many seconds it took for Sebastian to push that appliance dolly down and conveniently onto Theo (who was fine, just angry) ...
Fine, I'll tell you: one.
So I think last week and this week might just be one of those precious capsules of time that we just sort of lure into a dark and damp enclosure, quickly lock up and chuck the key forever. And ever. Everyone moves ... we aren't special. I just never ever want to do it again. Or I might be tempted into looking into these magical creatures I've heard so much about ... professional movers.
We hired one of our sitter's brothers for an hour to help with the dressers and couches but other than that ... Simon deserves an award. And many stiff drinks. And 18 holes of golf. Or maybe just nine ... let's not get too crazy.
The kids are weirdly obsessed with this folding table + chairs but since we only have two chairs my little sweethearts go into crazed gladiator mode and fight to the almostdeath for a chair so the table and chairs usually stay hidden in a closet but they came out for the move and Theo woke up BRIGHT and EARLY to drape his blankie over the coveted treasure.
The other chair? At the foot of Julia's bed - under the covers.
Curious how you might go about raising generous and loving childrens? Just ask me.
unhappiest camper with the biggest hooves I've ever encountered on a 13-month-old (because I have a little anthropological study of 13-month-olds and their foot size running on the side, naturally). She insisted on putting Theo's shoes on the other day and ... they pretty much fit. Which is weird because she's such a tiny human. Our little Goliatha.
the kids playing in the hospital "porchyard" after Mass where we ate "pantcakes" ... according to Julia and I'll say it again! Any questions on childrearing ... please get in touch with me asap.
A magnet to call my very own.
this little piglet rarely leaves my side these days and is always quick to tell me that there are two babies inhabiting my person (using that exact verbage). Phoebe might be completely oblivious to her imminent dethroning but Wilbur no dummy.
Simon got a gift card to an incredible Italian restaurant (Charlie Gitto's - which I just discovered I've been mispronouncing forEVER) for Christmas from a group at the hospital his third year and so we lived it up the following August for our anniversary and I stilllll think about the food. So! For Christmas .... Simon surprised me with a gift card to be used the weekend he finished nights. Do you follow? Me neither. It was a real good time with some real good food. And our server gave us a free slice of cake to ensure that we really lived it up before we became parents. ;)
Not pictured: and lest I was even a tiny bit tempted to get emotional when we left the house ... a giant bee (technical name) flew down the front of my tent/dress right after I'd gotten in the van on Monday evening. Once I realized the imminent danger I was in ... I had no choice but to do the traditional, "dance and shriek like a lunatic in the driveway" until the bee made his/her way off of my person. Actual decades were shaved off my life.
FINE. One more picture + fun caption.
A wonder Simon didn't burn it down (his words) after we found out the final walk-thru was going to be a full day earlier than initially planned and the rush to get it fully emptied and cleaned was um, extra rushed. But .. it's done.
Just like this fiesta of a post.
Something less profound SOON. I pinky promise. X
A little gem for Simon I just stumbled across.
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That made me a little misty! Such a milestone in your lives! Grace, people move but those are not people who are pregnant with four other little ones who are not big enough yet to carry their own weight. One great perk of parenthood, if you don't mind a sneak peek, if you keep feeding those boys, they will grow into man-sized beings and you will never again have to worry about hiring moving help. I actually keep non-perishables rolling around in the trunk of my car until one of them is here and can help out. It won't even out exactly with the amount you spend feeding them but it will take the sting out. Don't forget to look up Mitsie Kraack at TADA when you get moved! Your kids will be dancing/acting fools!
ReplyDeleteWe are moving this weekend (I have a 4 year old, 2 year old, and 6 week old) and I have been eagerly awaiting this post to see how it all went down for you. Moving is no easy feat and moving with young children is a million times harder! You survived so that gives me some hope that I will as well. :) I know you have another move coming soon, as well as the unpacking, but at least the hardest part is over!
ReplyDeleteYour little girl is darling!! That picture is too cute. I have an 8 month old who isn't walking yet (hopefully not for a long while), but I can't wait to see him wobbling all over.
ReplyDeleteYour house is(was) so cute! I do not look forward to moving with children. It will have to happen someday. Now I want to go throw away all of our belongings to make it easier when the time comes.
ReplyDeletewe moved this winter after 27 years in the same house. it was -13*. I still feel a little chilled. it is nearly 3 months later and at least 25 boxes remain unpacked. 3 weeks later, we drove to Florida to help my mom move and it was 88*. it was not better. There is no good temperature or time for moving. I plan to die in this house.
ReplyDeleteMoving is the worst! This coming from someone who has moved eight times in eight years! I hate it, even when the military comes in and packs everything up and moves it out, I still hate it. Add in pregnancy and small children, just dig me a hole out back to lay in. You are a champion....and Simon gets a close second only because he is not incubating a human. But the race is close!
ReplyDeleteThat bee!!! So awful. And your goliatha's hooves match her betrothed (basically lives in his sisters gold glitter Toms) so that's a good sign. Your magnet?? So presh.
ReplyDeleteI love your house! That's like my dream style of house. Also, totally with you on NEVER moving again. It will probably happen, but I'm hoping it's several years down the road...and I'm not pregnant this time (like I was the last 2 times lol)
ReplyDeleteSuch a cute little house...
ReplyDeleteAnd I LOL'd at the thought of you freaking out because of the bee...and at the thought of Julia "secretly" hiding the chair. Wonderful!
your house is sooo cute!! but i'm sure you have a better one lined up :) but even if not, God's got bigger plans for you and i know it'll be just the right thing! congrats!
ReplyDeleteYou are insane! After moving a few times in a few years I will ALWAYS hire movers. It's super cheap, simple, and fast. Go to uhaul.com and click on the moving help icon. We always hired a couple movers for under $100 and they packed up our trailers quickly and saved us so much pain!
ReplyDeleteCrazy! I was just at Charlie Gitto's last week, too! Was in town for our house inspection and went there for dinner Thursday night. SO GOOD!!! :)
ReplyDeleteHow cute was your house?! Moving stinks, especially with kids. We moved with a 6 month old across town and it was hard. I'll say a little prayer for a smooth cross country move with 4 kiddos!!
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Charlie Gitto's is sooo, sooo, sooo good. I've been dying for a trip to The Hill for MONTHS! We usually go to Zia's which is also quite delicious, but man Charlie Gitto's is the bomb.com for sure. I'm heading to good ole STL for a weekend of bachelorette shenanigans so maybe I can convince the group that Italian > vegetarian restaurant. :-)
ReplyDeleteAhhh, the folding table and chairs. That sounds just like my siblings and me back in the day...and occasionally till this day ;) (we were 4 in 6 years)
ReplyDeleteNow you no longer have to avoid your chatty next door neighbor..! :)
ReplyDeleteGood gravy, we also moved this week (in with my parents for two weeks while we wait for our house to be finished) and I seriously have decided we are NEVER MOVING AGAIN EVER. I hate it. And our final walk-through was a day earlier than originally planned as well. But the title recorded today and we are forever done with that, our first-ever home. Onto the next. Good luck on the second move! Oh yeah, we gotta do it again (hahahahahaha ... i die ...).
ReplyDeleteYou have the BEST stories. So relatable! Moving is the worst (Duh). Good luck with round two!
ReplyDeleteugg. Can you pack a house in a week while working full time with a 2 year old and 36 weeks preggers? I will let you know next week. The good news is that everything is already pulled out and on the floor, said two year old is so helpful.
ReplyDeleteSeriously God Bless You. This better be shaving YEARS off purgatory.
Cheers for the first part of moving being done! Bless your soul for having to pack a house AND not being able to chug wine while doing so.
ReplyDeleteGlad that packing up is behind you! I'm a tiny bit sad that I won't see your cute house in blog/Instagram photos, but I'm excited for all of your new adventures.
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