Part of the reason for my lack of posting is we finally moved into our forever home! It was a bit crazy there in the very end, everyday was all maybe we can close today, maybe xyz will be done and the bank will call and.... and lots of xyz taking three more days than everyone said it would. But in the end? In the end we are still in. We closed a week ago yesterday (Monday afternoon, which btw not ideal at all but do-able).
I'd been packing slowly but surely every night a box or seven depending on my mood and energy level. I packed a crap ton of small boxes since I'd been saving diaper and wipe boxes for....ever. But that kinda worked out too, it made unpacking (which also has been a little every night) much easier. V and I took last Tuesday off and did a vast majority of the moving our selves while Liam was at daycare. When my in-laws got off work that night they brought the big furniture over in one trip with the use of a giant truck from V's work.
One thing I didn't fully grasp was how stressful this whole thing would be on Liam. We had visited the house once or twice a week for the last four months, in the last 4-6 weeks he knew where we were going and clapped every time we pulled up. Each time we came into the house he ran around and laughed with amazing joy.... On Tuesday about 3:30pm I hit a wall, I could not move one more box, I went and picked Liam up early and went to the house just he and I. (I had made his room priority #1 that morning so it was completely set up upon his arrival). The moment we walked through the door he was ultra clingy I thought ut oh, this is not typical. Something about seeing all his things in this new place stressed him out. He started to whine and I said something I've said to him countless times (at the old house) show me what you want Liam. And the tears started, he couldn't show me what he wanted, he had no idea where anything was....my heart broke. We spent the next ~2 hours just us walking around, I'd let him explore and point out where things were but he wouldn't let me get too far away from him (which was fine by me). I asked V's mom to watch Liam at our house for the next two days so he could get used to it here, she said he was pretty clingy the first day but each day has gotten better and now you'd have no idea it was stressful at all.
I'm so in love with our house, I feel like I can breathe here. We have so much storage and space to spread out. One huge thing that we couldn't do at the rental was eat dinner together, just the layout of the kitchen only allowed one of us to sit at the table while Liam ate in his highchair (typically V or I would stand off to the side so we sorta ate together). Now family dinners are a nightly event! It's the simple things in life that really matter!