Can't get a good enough view of the snow? Just use your little toes, stick them into the hotel air/heat vents and pull yourself up onto the window ledge. There, that's better. Now enough noise to get mommy's attention to give her a heart attack.
Moving is hard work. Throw in a very active 18 month old and it should be considered an Olympic sport.
We pack bags only to have them unpacked when we turn our backs.
We open the door for people coming to clean carpets, better watch who sneaks out between our legs!
As we pay the people servicing our home before we move in, the diaper bag gets emptied of all contents. And not just emptied, but hand lotions squeezed, snacks crunched to pieces under toes, wipes opened and pulled apart.
Then the running away as we announce that we are ready to go. This is especially fun when it involves Charlie or Avery holding the 'open door' button on the hotel elevator while Jackson runs at lightening speed down the hall.
And why don't we just hold him? Because he squirms and goes straight as a board so we have no option but to put him down.
We put on socks and shoes only to find the right foot always naked after riding in the car for a short period of time, thus having to stand in 10 degree weather to get the sock and shoe back on the foot.
The hat being pulled off every few minutes. I did mention it has been cold, right?
Most importantly, leaving items too close to the edge of the table. If there is something on the table Jackson wants, Jackson gets. At least if he needs a chair (to get something off of the middle of the table), I have time to catch him. But if something like carmel apple dipping sauce is left at the edge of the table, we're in for it. Today was some sticky fun for the little one.
He is fun, but he is exhausting! I think once the moving truck arrives on Wed. I am just going to let him help 'unpack.' It should keep him busy for at least 5 minutes:)
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