Happy Birthday...I mean Moving Day, Peter!

Poor Peter.  He didn't get to do anything fun for his birthday.  Instead, we spent the day moving into the new house.  The movers were there early but it took much longer than I thought it would.  It ended up being about 6 hours total!  (Worth every penny though to have someone else move my stuff and not have a sore back at the end of the day or feel bad for roping our friends/family into helping.)

Apartment is starting to look empty

Our apartment closets were full of packed boxes so that they didn't overtake us in the living areas

The movers were gone around 2 and then Brittany, Kimberly, and the kids came over.  I was starting to get really stressed out with the efforts to get things unpacked and the place clean enough to have a bunch of people over the next day for Max's birthday party.  My two awesome sisters helped me unpack the kitchen.  I would have been LOST without them.  They are the best sisters ever and are always so willing to help out.  Sometimes I feel like they got the short end of the sister stick because I don't help them as much as they help me.  (Things that stress me out are no big deal to them.)  They were both so very helpful when Max was born, they both again came to my rescue when I broke my foot, and now again here they are helping me move into a new house.  I miss my mom and not having her around to help in times like these would be so hard if I didn't have such helpful and supportive sisters.

Video - Max and Landen were hilarious chasing each other around this pillar.

We bought the very first purchase for our new house - a gas grill!  I have greatly missed the convenience of having our own grill not to mention the yummy food.  I have looked forward to this sooooo much.  Our new place has a gas line on the patio so we don't have to deal with propane.  My sisters stopped at the store to get the fixings for burgers for dinner and Peter got to work on putting it together.

Unfortunately, Peter ended up not having all the parts he needed and by that point everyone was tired and hungry so we just cooked the burgers inside.  While we were all a little disappointed, the burgers were still good and I know I'll enjoy a grilled burger soon!  (Yeah for cooking with gas both inside and outside!)

Max has never spent a night alone in his own room.  We thought maybe now that we are in the new house, it might be time.  So during the day when we were unpacking, we set up the pack-n-play in his new room and tried to lay him down for a nap.  It didn't work at all.  He just screamed.  I could tell that he was scared (terrified!) in his new room.  It was full of boxes and was completely foreign to him.  I can understand being scared.  So that night, I didn't feel it was right to torture him and make him sleep in his room so we let him sleep in the pack-n-play in our bedroom.  And to be honest, I was super happy about it.  Peter talks about moving him to his own room but I'm really not ready for it.  I know this is silly and if you asked me a year and 2 weeks ago if I was going to be like this, I'd say NO WAY!  But I want him close to me.  I still get up in the middle of the night to check if he's still breathing.  I want to be able to hear his little cries quickly and be able to get to him fast when he wakes up and is ready to nurse in the morning.  I worry about him being in a room by himself, and this is crazy I KNOW, and someone breaking his window and hurting or taking him.  I want him in my room for now, by me.

Max hanging out in the new master bedroom

Since Peter is being so healthy, he didn't want a cake or anything.  So we didn't really celebrate his birthday at all.  And moving days are stressful, people's patience wears thin, and neither of these make for a great day.  Sorry Peter - next year will be the best birthday yet!  (Although he says birthdays aren't a big deal for him... you know how it goes, it's not a big deal but yet it still kinda is...)