June 29, 2015
We did it. We told the kids that we are maybe probably most likely thinking about moving.
It went well! Much better than we were expecting, given that the last we broached the subject with Noah he freaked out and threatened to run away from home AND tie himself to the tree in our front yard AND get adopted by whoever bought our house AND ALSO not move, at all, ever, can't make me, so there.
He was a lot less dramatic this time. It helped that he offered us a wide-open opportunity when he mentioned how much fun he had in [POTENTIAL NEW NEIGHBORHOOD] recently and how much he wanted to go back to [POTENTIAL NEW NEIGHBORHOOD] and I was like, "Gee, what do you think about LIVING in [POTENTIAL NEW NEIGHBORHOOD] all the time?"
He narrowed his eyes at me, "You guys are talking about moving again, aren't you?"
"Yes," I said, honestly, and braced myself.
But instead of arguing, he spent a few minutes thinking about it, and then announced that YES, moving to [POTENTIAL NEW NEIGHBORHOOD] was an excellent plan.
There were a few understandable tears when he realized moving will mean a new school, and I assured him it was totally okay to feel sad or scared about moving, even if you also feel super-excited about it. (Hello! I am TERRIFIED.) I said we could go visit his old school so he could say goodbye, and his new school so he could say hello.
Ezra, as usual, was just like cool, whatever you guys wanna do, I'm down with that. I would like to put in a request for a pool and my own room and a zillion new friends. But you know, I'm flexible.
Ike just sort of sat there for awhile, staring into space, so I wasn't sure how much of the conversation he was following. Until I began walking the boys through all the pre-moving steps and what they should expect over the next couple months. Mom and Dad have a lot of projects to do, some stuff will get packed up and put away, there will be a sign in our yard, things will need to stay super clean, and then people will come visit and walk through our house, and...
"NO!" Ike suddenly shrieked. "NO PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE!"
This was, apparently, his breaking point, and much sobbing and begging followed. No strange people coming to his house. No strange people living in his house. No not having his house be his house anymore.
Over the next couple days, though, it became pretty obvious that I'd left some MIGHTY BIG INFORMATION GAPS in my pre-moving pep talk. Like the fact that moving is not just strange people showing up and moving into your house and playing with all your toys and sleeping in your bed. Whoops. Probably should have separated out the talks and gone a little more basic with the 4 year old, brainiac.
Noah and Ezra officially cannot WAIT to move, which I'm sure means the actual move will end up being a crushing disappointment, like they think we're moving to a toy store or to a house with a built-in basement water park, or something. Ezra has already put all his favorite toys and babies in his backpack and Noah keeps asking when we're moving, like tomorrow? Next week? Please say next week, the waiting is killing me. You got me on board with this plan, so CHOP CHOP, PEOPLE.
Ike is also coming around to the idea. He just requires constant reassurance that every individual item in our house is coming with us. "Are we taking our couch?" he asks. "Are we taking my bed? Are we taking my Elmo? Are we taking this book? And this book? And this one?
Yesterday he carried Max into my bathroom and asked, "Are we taking this cat?"
With each "yes," he is newly delighted. "We're taking this cat! Yayyyyy!"
Oh my God, you guys. I think we're actually serious this time. I think we're really going to move.