moving

We moved from NY 6 years ago with one little 2 month old baby.  We planned on being in our townhouse for a couple of years and then we could figure out where we really wanted to be.  Fast forward 6 years and 2 more kids.  It's fair to say we outgrew the place.  After over a year on the market, we finally sold.  It was time to pack... and house hunt.  The buyer wanted to close ASAP.

They really wanted to help.

With the help of some really great friends I was able to pack most of the house in a week.  I may have been a bit crabby to live with but we managed.

The kids were all really good sports.  My buddy fell asleep while peeking under the crack of his door every night.  Perhaps he was concerned we would forget him!  Sis was thrilled to have people to come over and play with her while Mommy packed.  It's funny how you make a change because you know it will be better for your kids in the long run yet they really are fine with the way things are.

When special needs enters your life, every choice is heightened.  We wanted a school system that we hope will be better for my buddy.  We want a yard with a fence around it to keep him safe.  We want a house that can grow with us and accommodate him well into adulthood, if he so chooses.

Anyway, the packing went well and thanks to more great friends and family, our life successfully fits into a box.

We had to go back the next day to finish the last of it.  I had no box that would fit my few rolls of cheap wrapping paper, so my buddy and sis had some great fun.  And I used it to wrap dishes.  Win win.

Since all this moving business happened so fast, we don't have a house yet.  My in-laws were gracious enough to let us stay in their RV.  It's not my ideal living situation, but it comes with cheap childcare and a pool.

And because little rara didn't want to be the only one who didn't learn to walk in that house, she pulled this one out just as we were heading out the door.