An Unexpected Journey

About 6 weeks ago, I started thinking through all the things I needed to do for us to move.   Perhaps this was crazy, but I thought the transition would be smoother if all my babies were sleeping through the night in playpens or cribs.   The twins have this down pat, but little Maddie Grace has been sleeping her whole life in a sleep and rock (which is, by the way, a fabulous product!).   She has bad reflux and she has slept well in her cozy little propped up position.   Ironically, Makiah slept the same way in a car seat forever it seemed.   They both like to cross their legs and prop their arms up behind their heads like old men in recliners!   Maddie has been getting too big for this little seat she sleeps strapped into and has been waking up a lot trying to move around. So I determine it is time to do the deed and teach her to sleep flat in a crib.   She is my fourth baby and all of the others have made successful transitions to cribs, so ...

Moving to our new house, Mama?   Will we take baby?   What about Daddy?   And my books?   Will we take my blanket and my soft pillow?   Little hearts are processing this transition as well as they can.   Moving is hard to understand when you are two. Cardboard brown is everywhere.   Things disappearing as the days wear on.   The screeching sound of tape as we seal the boxes shut.   So many things hidden in this house.    Some things I had forgotten.   Others never discovered.   All to be uncovered in the moving, The box of size 5 outfits with tags still hanging forlornly.   The hairbrush full of long blonde hair that tumbled down from the closet shelf.   Her pink silk pillow.   The bag of rocks she picked out when we visited the Grand Canyon.   Her rainbow colored clip dancing in the bottom of my makeup drawer.   Her art table hiding in the back of the pantry.   The bottle of her f...