The big move will be done by tomorrow. I spent a couple of hours “helping” tonight. My part was to do a little baby wrangling (and even less lifting and carrying). I know that Tammy and David would be here in a second if I needed some help moving, so I felt a little sad to be so little help. But they had a whole raft of lifters and carriers, so my weak back wouldn’t have added much to the mix anyway.
On the positive side, I did get to spend an extra couple of hours with Aiden. I was there to scoop him up out of the way when others were doing the heavy moving, and to catch up with him and redirect him when he was off waddling unsteadily in the wrong direction. He’s fearless, but he’s still torn between the relative ease of crawling and the greater satisfaction of walking upright like the big people.
Sadly, I left my camera in the car, mostly so that I wouldn’t have to disappoint him by not letting him bang it around the way he likes to do. It’s too bad, because there are some pictures I wish you could see.
He has a favorite blanket, and he’s very cute when he cuddles with it. He’ll do it even when he’s not sleepy (which he’ll never admit anyway). He also has a favorite stuffed dog. He’ll give it a hug and then hold it up to my cheek so that I can give it some love, too.
On one of our trips back and forth I was sitting in the back of the minivan with him and he was playing with an old cell phone. As we already knew, he loves to talk on the phone. The fact that there was no one on the other end of the line didn’t stop him tonight. He would hold it to his ear and jabber, “Talk, talk, talk,” and then hand the phone back to me so I could have a turn.