Well, sort of. But really.
A few weeks ago our neighbors told us they were moving and if we wanted their apartment, it’s up for grabs. It’s still a one bedroom, and an identical layout to our current apartment, but it’s on the first floor.
Between the baby, the dog and the stroller, climbing a few flights of stairs has become a bit of an issue. There’s no where in the lobby to leave our stroller, so we’re constantly lugging it up and down the stairs. So we thought, “Move downstairs? Sure, why not?”
Turns out this little move is a big move. Moving is still moving. There are a few different things about this apartment than our old ones. Just a few inches here or there, but when you live in a one bedroom apartment with a baby, a few inches translates to a lot.
Jon came back from Thanksgiving early to get us moved in, and has been working like crazy to get us settled. I’m so thankful for that man who works so hard for his family. And my parents agreed to keep Brady until Christmas, which has just been the biggest help. We miss him like crazy, and I’m sad when I go to sleep that he’s not at the bottom of the bed keeping my feet warm. But the extra few minutes of sleep in the morning not having to get all bundled up and walk him has been a nice break. I’m excited to bring him back and when he sprints up the stairs to the third floor I’ll call him back and say, “No Brady, we live here now.”
In other news, Adelaide says “da da” like crazy, so I’m making it my sole mission in life to get her to say “ma ma”.
And her favorite toy is keys. And phones. And rocks. Anything but baby toys, really. Love that kid.