I wrote this also, while we didn't have cable internet...
Day 1 before move actually was more like day 3 of moving. We got our keys early and by the night before our actual move the only things remaining in our house was our bedroom, the big items of furniture that required a moving truck and my family.
My daughter didn’t take it too well. Playing all day in a house with your toys in them that doesn’t look like the house you’ve always lived in and then going back to what should feel like home but doesn’t have anything in it but you’re mommy and a crib that look familiar was by far a stressful toddler event.
By Thursday she was clearly distraught, not sleeping well, not eating well and not digesting well. So Friday morning, the day of the big move we made a few trips with short naps in her crib between them and the first thing Daddy moved the next day was her bed. I did my best to set it up just like it had been at home and she drifted off to sleep without too much hassle.
The safety of knowing mommy, her toys and her food was downstairs instantly removing most of her concerns and replacing them with a morbid curiosity about the stair case, oven and garage door. Remarkably she can climb stairs already and we’ll start working on supervised down-stairs climbs now that we’re all moved in. Until the baby gate helps me to sleep at night (or to do dishes without having an anxiety attack)
Seems she comfortable with anywhere as long as that somewhere doesn’t involve living inbetween.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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