Despite having a newborn freshly-home from the NICU (2 weeks ago today!), we’ve still got to be productive and keep up with little things. Just tiny little details.
Like moving to LA.
(It kills me that I’m not being linear in my July/August storytelling, I want you to know. But today I’m notsomuch “telling a story” as I am “dumping some pictures I’ve taken on my blog and calling it good enough”. I’ll fill in the words later. Like, this winter.)
Here’s the state of my cozy, tidy, beloved home right now:
(We’re going to ship Simon to LA in one of those sturdy white “FRAGILE” boxes. Nothing but the best for our little dude!)
Luckily for us, Simon is a really content little guy: as long as a doting grandparent is holding him…
…or he’s being worn by Jeff or me, he’s happy as a clam.
(Pictured: happy clam)
That’s the cotton gauze wrap that Mom made for me: it was one of two sewing projects I’d planned to finish pre-Hoopling. We all know how THAT turned out!
Here’s the other sewing project:
That’s the good thing about having a sew-y mom: I can just throw a pile of flannel at her and say “Please to be making into good burp cloths yes?”
Then she turns it into this:
And everything is wonderful, and I am happy.
Also, at this point I’m pretty sure Mom has gotten to use Hazel more than I have. :-\
But even though Jeff and I are busy packing and scrubbing and sending stuff to Goodwill (Macbeth is going in the next load), we still have time for this:
And, of course, a whole lotta this:
There was also something else, but it needs its own post (once Kara shares her pictures… )
Today is our last big packing day (we also have a doctor’s appointment for little dude, and a family dinner this evening). Jeff picks up the truck and the movers load it tomorrow, and then we hit the road for KC early on Wednesday morning.
With three grandparents’ assistance at various points, as well as food and diversion from various factions of friends, we’re actually in a pretty good place for getting it all done (yay!). But now I need to get off my duff, shower, and keep packing. This may be the last you hear from me for a little while, but my hope is that I’ll be able to write up Simon’s birth story while little dude and I are cooling our heels in KC late this week (while Jeff and my dad are caravan-ing across the southwestern US).
Keep your fingers crossed for us…