Moving With a Toddler — Too Many Boxes, a New Bed, and a Few Tears

by Dagmar Bleasdale on September 4, 2009

L mower at Spencer's
If you followed me on Twitter, you know that I have been preparing for our move to a new house for weeks. Well, we are finally done moving! There are STILL some things over at the old place, but most everything is at the new house. With the help of our brother-in-law, we got all the heavy furniture here yesterday, and I started distributing all the boxes in the correct rooms and unpacking. After a very rainy New York summer and also some very hot days recently, the weather gods could not have been kinder to us — yesterday and today it was sunny but crisp, so I never broke a sweat even though I must have walked miles schlepping boxes. And you know how much I dislike breaking a sweat!

Landon was in preschool in the morning, and then I picked him up, fed him lunch on the way over to Grandma’s, where he went down for a nap and stayed until the evening so Don, Steve, and I could finish moving everything. I managed to put Landon’s new twin-sized mattress in his room before he saw it for the first time, but the bed fame has to wait another few days.

I have been talking to him about the big-boy bed he will get in the new house for weeks, and obviously about the move, and he helped me pack (and unpack) a few boxes, but it became clear today that that still wasn’t enough preparation for a not even three-year-old boy to comprehend what it means to move. After his nap in his new bed (I help him fall asleep by nursing him, which works great because I fit on his new bed with him), he woke up saying that he wanted to go home. I told him that this house is now his home, and he started to cry big tears, repeating that he wanted to go home. He looked so miserable and I felt so bad for him, it made me cry — which made him stop crying. He is a very empathetic little boy and worries when he sees someone crying or hurting. So my tears distract him and we went on with our day.

I rarely tear up, it’s that stoic, German side in me, but it didn’t take much to get me going this time – I am tired from all the work moving entails (phone calls, wrapping, packing, finding time to get my editing work done despite the move, marking and carrying a seemingly endless mountain of boxes, cleaning, making sure Landon is taken care of, unpacking, redecorating…). Looking at all those boxes in this unfamiliar house, I wondered for a second if we did the right thing. But I know we will love it here, it just needs a lot of TLC before I will feel at home.

Our sweet new neighbor invited us over for spaghetti and meatballs tonight, which was a welcome invitation because we are obviously still sitting on boxes. She absolutely adores Landon; it’s going to be nice to have her as a third grandmother for him.

I might not be able to post as frequently in the next few weeks, but I will keep you up to date on our shenanigans with new pictures. Don’t forget to drop by.

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Sarah Joseph September 5, 2009 at 9:02 PM

We moved recently too. Our little guy was 3 months at the time. Thankfully my hubby is a planner and a bit of a control freak. He handled pretty much all the packing, organizing and move. It takes time to feel like you’re at home but it will happen. Good Luck with all the unpacking.


Kelly September 4, 2009 at 6:16 AM

We just moved a month ago but luckily our three year old took it really well since we had built the house and she had seen it many times before. She also moved into a bigger bed and it`s nice to be able to lie with her and cuddle. And moving is horrible! I never want to move again.


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