It was just around this time last year that a big truck came and carried all our things out of the city and into a house on a hill in the country.
Times flies when you're having fun, and this week we said goodbye to our hill and headed back into the city to start our next adventure.
Little Man's new home includes a pool, a playground within walking distance, and--to his absolute delight--an elevator. The windows from our fifth floor apartment offers a veiw of Husband's work (so we can spy on him while he's on the job) from one side and an honest-to-goodness construction site from the other side. It's like we live right across the street from Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site.
Husband and I had our concerns about how the move would affect our not quite two-year-old. He didn't care much for having his toys packed up (in fact, he pulled them out of boxes as quickly as I managed to get them in) and I assumed it would be a week or so before Little Man slept peacefully through the night in his new room.
All of our worries went right out the window when Little Man went to sleep like a champ the night of the move and woke up happy the next morning. Since then we've been exploring his new world--he loves walking the halls of our building, exploring the other floors, and pounding the pavement on the sidewalks in our neighborhood. We discovered a pond with some delightful ducklings and we frequent the smoothie shop where Little Man has become partial to the frozen treats.
Every morning when he wakes up, he watches the cement mixers and buses drive by. Every night after dinner, Little Man begins his refrain of "Ousa! Ousa!" ("Outside! Outside!") and waits patiently for his shoes and socks to find their way to his feet. And in between is filled with discovering a city that his father grew up in and his mother loves (even if she will always act like a tourist).
It's a good life our little toddler has.
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