Seriously. I’m constantly amazed at how much he learns every single day. It’s by far the most facinating thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m so proud of him. I wish I could shout from the rooftops about how magnificent this little guy is.
He loves snowmen for some reason. So now he points them out to me by saying, “no-meh.” I just love it.
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So this weekend is our big move. We’ve been slowly moving stuff over to the new apartment and our old apartment pretty much looks the same as it always does, which means we’ve got our work cut out for us. I’ve traded some baby sitting hours with a neighbour mommy friend of mine, so I get to hand off Ash tomorrow during a German mommy playdate of hers so that Clive and I can pack without a curious 14 month old taking out everything that we put into boxes. We’ve rented a U-Haul truck for Sunday and that’ll be a long and tiring day, but it’ll be nice to be somewhere new, I guess.
Today I checked the mail for the last time at this place, and admittedly I got a little teared up. This is where we brought Ash home from the hospital, where we spent the first near 15 months of his life, where we’ve called home as a family. Even though I know it’s too small and uncomfortable to live here any longer, I am pretty sad to go. That being said, Ash and I spent some time in our new back yard today while he played with the snow that’s left on the ground after last week’s snowstorm (which easily dumped a foot+ of snow on the ground in less than 24 hours) while I raked up autumn leaves and pulled fake flowers out of the old flowerbed. Interesting choice in gardening.
My mom and I went to a gardening store here in Halifax this week and she bought me a dozen tulip bulbs that I’ll plant this weekend- my first time ever. Seeing that backyard and its potential for barbques, gardening and afternoons spent bubble blowing and searching for bugs makes me feel really optimistic about this move, regardless of how expensive it is.
