My child is creepy.

So, today, I set up a shoe rack in the front closet. Except Mitchell was convinced that it was a bed, and kept trying to lay down on it and go night night. I finally got all the shoes put on the rack and walked away. A few minutes later, I noticed him carrying all of the shoes upstairs, one by one.

A while later, I asked him what he did with the shoes. He couldn’t remember. I’m going to guess he did it in some sort of a trance. My creepy child. At least they’re shoes, not dolls.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

In general, I’m not acknowledging the holiday. I’ve spent the day unpacking, doing homework, and failing at doing black Friday shopping online.

However, I made the mistake of leaving the box containing Mitchell’s fire station open. I had been leaving it to put together while he napped, because I wasn’t sure how it would go putting it together while he freaked out about it being broken. It’s not broken, but it’s in a million pieces because, in addition to being a child’s toy, it’s also a brain teaser puzzle/I.Q. test for anyone stupid enough to get this for their child.

I’m sure it was fine if you bought it brand new with the instruction manual, but I bought Mitchell’s used. At a garage sale. In a million pieces. There is a very specific order in which it has to be assembled, and if you try to put the floor piece in before the wall piece that doesn’t even touch the damn floor piece, you have to disassemble the whole thing and start over. It took me a full three hours to put together the first time. I swore I’d never put it together again. But, the movers took it apart and I can’t bear for Mitchell to not have one of his favorite things ever, so, a miraculous thirty minutes later, we found ourselves with a gloriously happy child.

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But seriously. Never again.

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I’M EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT.

Want a glimpse into my latest panic attack? I’M EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT.

Today I spent all morning unpacking Mitchell’s room and all afternoon unpacking the basement. By the end, I was exhausted and sore and couldn’t figure out why I hurt so badly. Then I found and unpacked our full length mirror, and I realized there’s a pretty big reason I’m sore: I’m giant!

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So then I started counting it up and I realized I’m EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT. And this is what the nursery looks like.

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Holy crap. What the heck am I going to do?! I haven’t been preparing hardly at all because I’ve known this whole pregnancy that we’d have a move right in the middle of it. Then the move came at the end of it, and I still didn’t get stuff ready. I don’t have a changing table. The crib is in a hundred pieces, assuming all the pieces made it here (which is a big assumption, given the movers). I don’t have decorations. I don’t know if you can tell from the picture, but the room is an awful shade of digested-peas-green. I have finals the next two weeks, so I won’t be doing any preparations then. So, basically, this room is going to have to be thrown together at the last minute. Fabulous!

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If you don’t have anything nice to say…

You know that saying, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”? That statement would explain the blog’s silence the last little while. Nothing about this move has gone according to plan. And our bad luck hasn’t been limited to move-related issues. Let’s just say I’m seriously considering changing our last name to Murphy.

But, even though he’s been having a really rough time adjusting (since absolutely nothing is the same and a routine is impossible right now), Mitchell has managed to sandwich really adorable moments between his temper tantrums.

Like being SO GOOD for the whole car ride. He shows no interest in movies yet, so he pretty much just watched trucks go by and played with random toys.

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When we got to the rental/new house, it was filthy. Still an ongoing issue. But Mitchell tried his best to help me clean.

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He even rocked the cold pizza for breakfast.

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Once the movers finally got here, 8 days after I’d last had access to a washing machine, Mitchell wanted to help do much!
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Then he went into Baby’s room and claimed everything as his.
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He found lots of toys that got put away a long time ago.
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It was the worst of times.

Justin and I have lived in five different homes in our ten years together. Two houses in Manhattan, one place in Texas, our first house in Topeka, and finally, what I will always think of as our first home: 1229 SW High. This little airplane bungalow has a lot of memories packed into the short four and a half years we’ve lived there. I love this house and, honestly, don’t know if I ever would have wanted to leave, even if it has a surprising lack of closets.

But, the times they are a changing, and Justin was offered his dream job. In Ohio. We’ve known this was coming for a while, but they kept pushing the start date back, so we lived in a kind of limbo for almost a year. Finally an official start date was set and movers were booked. I can’t even list the amount of miscommunication that happened there. For a while it looked like we were going to be living separately while we waited on the movers.

Yesterday the moving company came to pack our belongings. I had the pleasure of listening to people discuss (unkindly) all of our worldly possessions, our home, us, and our dogs. It was a blast. Maybe if they had taken less time talking about us the second crew wouldn’t have had to finish today and we would have gotten on the road before 8. But I digress. I almost skipped one of the more embarrassing moments of my life. My final Dr appt with my midwife, who was with me every step of the way with Mitchell and all through every twist and turn of this pregnancy, was this morning. Except she was called out. Mitchell and I waited an hour, but by then the last week of running non-stop and having strangers traipsing through our house caught up with both of us and Mitchell had a meltdown. So I start to leave when a nurse comes and says she at least needs to check the heartbeat. Except Mitchell is beyond recovery at that point. I spend my last appt laying on the table, trying to hold Mitchell, while he kicks, hits, and screams. It then took three people to get his boots back on. When I finally got him into his car seat, we both sat in the parking lot for twenty minutes crying. I cried myself into a nosebleed, at which point I discovered I had no napkins in the car. And his baby wipes were frozen. Come to think of it, I’m still wearing the shirt that I wiped the blood on. It’s truly a statement of my day that that doesn’t even register as a bad thing.

So we go back to the house and I see this.

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And cry again.

Did I mention it’s a whole twenty degrees this whole time? And the movers propped our doors open? And one of us had to be there at all times? And Justin was at an appt so that left Mitchell and I? Luckily Mitchell was content to stand on the porch and watch them.

So, fast forward to 8 tonight, and we finally hit the road. On our way to a hotel we lied to and said we owned two 50 lb dogs. Our cars are both packed full because it may take 8 days for the movers to get our stuff to Ohio. Even without all the stuff, there’s no way to fit two dogs, Mitchell, Justin, and myself in one car, so we’re both driving. We hit Kansas City and my car breaks down. So right now, this is me.

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My face is swollen from crying, we’re in a terrible neighborhood waiting on a tow truck to get our car. Jon, Justin’s dad, is driving me back to Topeka and Justin is following. We’re going to get to Topeka at about 12:30, go buy an air mattress, and sleep in our empty house. Hopefully the car will be fixed tomorrow and we can try again.

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Just don’t ask.

You know, a couple years ago, I may have wondered why all the bath toys were behind the couch. But not anymore. I know that toddlers arrange things per toddler logic, which vaguely resembles drunk college girl logic. There is no rhyme or reason. So just don’t ask.

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Against manufacturer’s recommendations

I’m pretty sure, given how Mitchell uses his cousin’s toys, he’s going to take manufacturer’s recommendations as a challenge with Little Lady’s toys.

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He then used the walker as a ladder to climb into Colton’s bed, where he body slammed all of the stuffed animals and almost bounced right out of the bed.

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