Thursday, August 17, 2006
The Great Tillman Migration
It recently occurred to us that we are moving in two weeks, and that we had therefore better get to packing. The last time we moved, I was about six months pregnant, and I accused fetal Max many times of hindering my packing and hauling progress. It turns out, however, that eleven-months-old Max throws up some hurdles, too. At least fetal Max never actively tried to unpack our freshly packed boxes, or take advantage of our divided attentions to wreak havoc on the cats. Fortunately, Ian has been an extremely busy bee, and has almost finished the daunting task of boxing up all our books. While the moving process is always a bit painful, it is also a good opportunity to organize and get rid of stuff, and we are all really excited to be in our new apartment, beginning a new, central-air-conditioning-enriched chapter of our lives.
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I have found that fetal anybody is almost always easier to deal with than infant or toddler anybody, Max included.
Though, I must say, it is far easier to interact with extra-uterine Max than when he was still incubating.
I expect a call for helping lift and haul with our truck. Let me know ASAP for a weekend day as they are filling up with family stuff.
Anytime after 4:30 on a weeknight I am free as a bird though
Where are you moving to?
we're moving to yet another corner of Davis, actually. it's not so much a migration as a short stroll with all of our stuff.
I am already stressing out about it... but we will save money and live in a nicer area so I suppose it is worth it.
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