We're sick.
Jason's in Santa Barbara for meetings this week and poor Sev is still on antibiotics and recuperating from his awful bout with a sinus infection and ear infection last week. I'm not one to turn to medicine unless it really seems necessary, but the poor little dude had red circles around his eyes, with gnarly greenish goo just pouring from his nose and eyes (it was coming out of his eyes! Ugh). I assumed he had a sinus infection, but then the doctor said it was a nasty looking ear infection, too. Poor kid was knocked out. Figuratively KO'd; not in any way literally. He looked like hell, but hardly skipped a beat when it came to trouble-finding and exploring. He seemed better over the weekend, but now he seems to be stuffy again, and I feel absolutely awful. I've got some sort of wicked head cold along with an annoying cough that won't stop. Kiddie school germs are completely wrecking us this month.
I'm home from work today, hanging on the comfy recliner in Sev's room with a box of tissues, while watching some very serious walking practice taking place in here. He started taking a few small steps on his own over the weekend and now he's determined to master unaided walking before nightfall. I'm clapping and encouraging him as he works through a constant cycle of slow, controlled stand, followed by several steps, followed by thud to the ground, and repeat. He is so determined and I love it. I can already see the number of steps increasing as the force of the thud is lightening.
Way to go, little dude!
Of course Sev starts walking during dad's week away. J is bummed. He's seen a little of it on Facetime, and he's hearing some play-by-plays from me, but by the time he's back on Saturday this kid is going to be able to run down the stairs and jump into Daddy's arms!
We're taking a water break now.
This is very serious business.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Saturday, May 2, 2015
We're Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere...
We closed on the 15th of April. After a few days of prepping for move-in (installed new flooring in the finished basement, talked to landscapers and fence companies, had a professional cleaning done), throwing a fun 1st birthday party for the little dude, and introducing the place to a few friends and family, we had the movers show up at 7am on the 22nd.
I took that day and the rest of the week off for the big move. My mom was coming up that Thursday night to hang with Sev through the weekend so J and I could concentrate on unpacking and settling. I figured we'd be mostly done by the time Sunday night rolled in.
HA!
HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I should have known how completely off that estimate was once I had finally processed the shock of the actual move time. I dropped Sev off at school at 7am, grabbed a couple iced coffees and headed back to Pawtucket to see the big truck in front of the house and all our stuff being loaded in. J and I ran around making last minute decisions about what would stay at the house to be given away/consigned or tossed, and where we would store those items. We were doing our best to sweep up and clean out rooms as they were emptied.
I had a mental estimate put together in my head that involved having the truck at the house in North Attleboro for unloading somewhere around 1. It was just about 2 when the last of the Pawtucket homestead was brought to the truck. I was off by a little bit, especially considering that the guys had to now go and pull everything from the storage space that was holding my keepables from my house in Providence. I mentally re-estimated, assuming we'd at least have everything unloaded by 5, so we'd have the evening to start unpacking and getting settled. What a long day it was going to be.
We encouraged the movers to stop and get some lunch on the way to the storage space and said we'd be over there within a half hour. We were at the storage space within 25 minutes and the truck was already there waiting. When we opened the unit everyone's jaws dropped as we were reminded just how completely packed the thing was. The movers looked at the space left in the truck, looked at the stuff in the storage unit and assured us they could fit it all. J and I were not so sure, but the guys were working miracles, so we crossed our fingers and headed to the house in NA to unload what we'd stuffed into our cars, assuming we could make another trip before the truck showed up at the new house.
A little before 5 I decided to go get Sev. The truck had just pulled into the driveway and when they opened the back I wanted to cry. The entire truck was packed top to bottom, front to back. They packed it so well that it would have been hard to find a place to fit a blade of grass. There was no way we'd be done unloading until at least 7 and that would be a 12 hour day!
Sev and I got back just a little after 6. J had ordered pizza for the guys and the truck was about 1/3 empty. 7 was looking wishful. Sev's room was top priority and little by little the furniture and bedding were making their way in. The crib was located around 8:30 and despite help assembling it from the movers, a fairly important bolt was nowhere to be found. The focus then shifted to finding his pack and play since it was way past bed time and the crib wasn't looking hopeful.
The only safe place I could find to keep my overtired, fast moving Sev contained was the closet in the master bedroom. I used the box of scarves I'd found to make a cozy place for us to sleep. Sev was way too interested in exploring. Sleep was not happening. Pack and play was located and set up around 9:30. By 10 the little guy was finally asleep.
It was 11pm when the movers were finally driving away. I was floored.
Then I saw the garage. I wanted to cry.
We, collectively, have WAY too much stuff.
We vowed to purge at least a third of it all, hopefully closer to half.
We have a drive-in house. It's built on a bit of a hill so the basement level is half two car garage, half finished basement. The two car garage is a good size. There is plenty of room for two cars and a good amount of storage. When we woke up Thursday morning and went down to the garage to start tackling boxes, the sight was a daunting one. Much like the truck, it was boxes, bins and not-sure-where-we're-putting-it-yet furniture piled floor to ceiling. At least we had a path from one end to the other. It was just .. so. much. stuff.
We wasted a whole day Friday at the DMV switching registrations and licenses. We did some shopping for house stuff we needed, and we took my mom and Sev to dinner Saturday night. The rest of those 4 days were spent unpacking and organizing. We moved things around to create a section for give-aways, an area for sell/consign, a place for garbage, and a huge stack of cardboard. It still looks like hell down there. After my poor job of predicting moving expectations, I'm re-stating my estimate for completion of unpacking from mid-May to sometime in 2016.
Ugh.
I took that day and the rest of the week off for the big move. My mom was coming up that Thursday night to hang with Sev through the weekend so J and I could concentrate on unpacking and settling. I figured we'd be mostly done by the time Sunday night rolled in.
HA!
HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I should have known how completely off that estimate was once I had finally processed the shock of the actual move time. I dropped Sev off at school at 7am, grabbed a couple iced coffees and headed back to Pawtucket to see the big truck in front of the house and all our stuff being loaded in. J and I ran around making last minute decisions about what would stay at the house to be given away/consigned or tossed, and where we would store those items. We were doing our best to sweep up and clean out rooms as they were emptied.
I had a mental estimate put together in my head that involved having the truck at the house in North Attleboro for unloading somewhere around 1. It was just about 2 when the last of the Pawtucket homestead was brought to the truck. I was off by a little bit, especially considering that the guys had to now go and pull everything from the storage space that was holding my keepables from my house in Providence. I mentally re-estimated, assuming we'd at least have everything unloaded by 5, so we'd have the evening to start unpacking and getting settled. What a long day it was going to be.
We encouraged the movers to stop and get some lunch on the way to the storage space and said we'd be over there within a half hour. We were at the storage space within 25 minutes and the truck was already there waiting. When we opened the unit everyone's jaws dropped as we were reminded just how completely packed the thing was. The movers looked at the space left in the truck, looked at the stuff in the storage unit and assured us they could fit it all. J and I were not so sure, but the guys were working miracles, so we crossed our fingers and headed to the house in NA to unload what we'd stuffed into our cars, assuming we could make another trip before the truck showed up at the new house.
A little before 5 I decided to go get Sev. The truck had just pulled into the driveway and when they opened the back I wanted to cry. The entire truck was packed top to bottom, front to back. They packed it so well that it would have been hard to find a place to fit a blade of grass. There was no way we'd be done unloading until at least 7 and that would be a 12 hour day!
Sev and I got back just a little after 6. J had ordered pizza for the guys and the truck was about 1/3 empty. 7 was looking wishful. Sev's room was top priority and little by little the furniture and bedding were making their way in. The crib was located around 8:30 and despite help assembling it from the movers, a fairly important bolt was nowhere to be found. The focus then shifted to finding his pack and play since it was way past bed time and the crib wasn't looking hopeful.
The only safe place I could find to keep my overtired, fast moving Sev contained was the closet in the master bedroom. I used the box of scarves I'd found to make a cozy place for us to sleep. Sev was way too interested in exploring. Sleep was not happening. Pack and play was located and set up around 9:30. By 10 the little guy was finally asleep.
It was 11pm when the movers were finally driving away. I was floored.
Then I saw the garage. I wanted to cry.
We, collectively, have WAY too much stuff.
We vowed to purge at least a third of it all, hopefully closer to half.
We have a drive-in house. It's built on a bit of a hill so the basement level is half two car garage, half finished basement. The two car garage is a good size. There is plenty of room for two cars and a good amount of storage. When we woke up Thursday morning and went down to the garage to start tackling boxes, the sight was a daunting one. Much like the truck, it was boxes, bins and not-sure-where-we're-putting-it-yet furniture piled floor to ceiling. At least we had a path from one end to the other. It was just .. so. much. stuff.
We wasted a whole day Friday at the DMV switching registrations and licenses. We did some shopping for house stuff we needed, and we took my mom and Sev to dinner Saturday night. The rest of those 4 days were spent unpacking and organizing. We moved things around to create a section for give-aways, an area for sell/consign, a place for garbage, and a huge stack of cardboard. It still looks like hell down there. After my poor job of predicting moving expectations, I'm re-stating my estimate for completion of unpacking from mid-May to sometime in 2016.
Ugh.
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