We are in KC!
It’s funny how often I think “this could probably be worked up into a blog post” but excess time and energy have been hard to find over the past week or seven.
That being said, I decided to sit down and share a few observations:
We discovered a new game, it’s called “What box did the bottles wind up in?” it is not a fun game. Just to paint the picture, it’s Saturday night, we have spent the entire day trying to unpack enough stuff to live in the house that night, and somewhere along the way we lost the one bottle we had held back from the packing process. (side note, hold back more than one bottle). Hannah only does one bottle at this point, but it’s a big part of her bedtime routine, and getting her settled is pretty important to us getting any sleep. About an hour before bedtime we realized we didn’t have a bottle and shifted our priorities to unpacking “kitchen” boxes, knowing that one of them would contain the treasure. An hour and a half later I and I have abandon trying to put anything away and am just tearing the top open on each kitchen box and trying to unload just enough to see what’s in there (not bottles). At this point there is only one box left in the kitchen, so better late than never right? I open that one and find a single infant bottle. I walked into the next room to share the um… news with Heather and was confronted with an entire wall of boxes marked “kitchen” yay! Hannah got to eat a NASCAR style bedtime bottle where the pit crew frantically reloaded a tiny bottle before she got knocked out of her grove.
When we started gearing up to put our house on the market, we followed the standard advice and packed up lots of clothes and other closet items to de-clutter the house. Given that the weather was something like 14 below zero then, packing all my shorts into a box seemed like a good idea. A month or two, and one move later, it’s getting kind of warm (or was) and *all* my shorts are somewhere in a box marked “garage.” This was perhaps a mistake.
Having a 15 month old is not a force multiplier. Hannah can somehow keep both of us tied up if she is properly motivated. She is really starting to feel at home in the new hose, and that helps a lot, but the first few days were really interesting.
The movers helpfully wrote “MBR” on lots of boxes. I may have been a little out of it anyway, but it did take me a minute to realize I wasn’t looking at a box of master boot records.
Speaking of boxes… I have a couple more to take care of before bed, so I guess I will call this post done. 🙂
-Jordan
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