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|Our new house has a great swingset (“new treehouse, Mom!”) and a big yard that have completely won our little guy over.|
We’re deep in the midst of unpacking, still firmly in “complete disaster area,” but heading in the direction of “starting to look like home.”
Oklahoma welcomed us in style: an earthquake, an early morning hotel fire alarm, and a string of tornado warnings in our first thirty-six hours here. A little dramatic, if you ask me, but never mind that. We got here safe and sound, our house didn’t get blown away the first night we owned it, and we are excited to be settling in.
We took some extra time on the way here so we could stop and see a few sights along the way. It also helped to break up the trip so we didn’t have too much driving to do on any one day. Useful when traveling with a toddler (and a pregnant lady. Though, I have to give credit where credit is due: the baby very well behaved on the drive. I felt better during that week or so than I have at any other point during this pregnancy.)
Anyway, we took a day to drive up and see the Grand Canyon, which is… glorious. It was hard to take in the scope and beauty of it all, but it certainly was spectacular.
Pippo was mostly unaware of the canyon itself, until he dropped his stick behind a fence and we couldn’t reach it. This prompted an appropriately grand meltdown, which took a good hour or so (including lunch) to fully recover from.
(If you ask him about visiting the Grand Canyon now, he will tell you all about it: “Dropped big big stick in Grand Canyon, make Pippo sad.
He also drew train tracks in the dirt. Again, did he notice the canyon? Not sure.
We had a few tricks up our sleeve for all the time we spent in the car, including some of his favorite Curious George books on CD. To say they were a hit would be an understatement.
He was absolutely delighted with them, and happily listened to all three in a row as many times as he could.
This is Pippo’s official Funny Face. He made it up himself.
His official job moving in and out of hotel rooms was carrying Daddy’s toiletry bag. He’d hoist it up on his arm, saying “get toytree bag. Oh. Toytree bag so heavy. So strong! So strong!” as he walked along.
Moving is tough, especially when you’re little. Pippo has been handling it like a champ, though. We spent eleven nights in hotel rooms, and the only thing that seemed really to bother him was that dang middle-of-the-night fire alarm. (Not that I blame him. I was rather less than pleased about it, myself.)
He thought up some good hotel room games along the way, including Jump on the Bed, Slide (using the mattress from his travel crib, aka “Tent Bed,” as the slide), and Hide in the Suitcase.
Goodness, was he happy to see his crib all set up in the new house! When I brought him in to see it that first evening, he started frantically clawing at his clothes, trying to get them off and get into his pajamas and climb into bed all at the same time. Again, I don’t blame him — I was happy to be back in my own bed, too.
Coming soon… pictures of the new house!