Tuesday, February 16, 2010

{Dear Eisley: Moving}


Dear Eisley,


You do not like moving.

It makes you cry.

Seeing daddy move the furniture around upsets you.


And you are having a very difficult time sleeping in your new room.

{You've already had a few time-outs in the new house. For hitting. And throwing. Someday, after I no longer need you to take time-out seriously, I will tell you how cute you are when you're all ticked off in your time-out chair, and how mommy had a hard time keeping a straight face.}

Speaking of your room, I've decided how I'm going to decorate it. No painting, but...

I'm going to need some yards of fabric, ribbon, and a play table for you to color at - STAT!

Think buntings.

Also...

We could not have gotten through this move without your grandparents.

Those four moved the piano into the house. And then some.

In fact, I did very little lifting {other than your big 18 month old body}.

They also cleaned our cabinets, cleaned the fridge, unpacked dishes, and much more all without throwing out their geriatric backs! {Just kidding about the geriatric part... except maybe for Grandpa Jerry... he
is in his sixties now... should we call him a "Jerryatric"?}

No, but seriously, for reals, like totally: thank you, Grandparents!

Mommy thinks we're going to be very happy in this little 1940's house with the white picket fence. Mommy has also concluded, with total certainty, that her furniture & decor belongs with an old house.

Yes. The house & mommy's decor: they deserve each other.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have unpacking & cleaning to do so that I can take pictures and show our readers the newly painted furniture.

{Wood lovers, prepare to be horrified.}

XOXO,

"Mom...ma"

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