We closed on our new house Friday. It was completely uneventful, and a wee bit anti-climatic. The bank teller didn’t blink when we got our cashier’s check for the down payment, everyone was on time (early even) and the title company had good coffee. For two weeks, we’re the happy homeowner’s of two dwellings. That was mostly by design. With two kids and two jobs I couldn’t wrap my brain around moving in a single weekend. The movers will be here Friday, or at least that’s the plan.
Audrey is eight-months old today. Every month we take her picture next to the same teddy bear so we can chart her growth. We did it with Elliot too. They grow so fast. Audrey waves now (not reliably) and claps (but not on demand). Her pincer grip (as opposed to the whole hand pickup) is improving. She’s sleeping better too. It’s all coming together. Her love of Elliot hasn’t changed though. He can still make her laugh no matter how upset she is.
Peter starts a new job on May 8.
Elliot leaves his preschool and joins Audrey at her daycare tomorrow. Her daycare was his daycare when he was younger. Then, when he was fifteen-months old we moved him to a preschool. We’re moving him back because a) it’ll be more convenient to have them at the same place and b) I’ve had to have too many conversations with the teachers and the director about what I think are common sense issues. It was also troubling to wach the turn-over. Our favorite one-year old teacher left just as Elliot moved into the two-year old room (last August). She still hasn’t been replaced. I couldn’t fathom putting Audrey into a situtation where to care-giver(s) weren’t consistent.