Change

Does anyone ever like big changes? My son seems to be exceptionally sensitive to change of any kind. From the time he was a baby he could sense different changes. When we moved from our apartment to my grandparents house, he struggled for a while. Well, the time has come for us to move again. Alex and I have decided to move back to Las Vegas. Our poor little man can tell things are changing. We have sent the majority of our stuff down to the house in Las Vegas already. Erick has been sleeping in a big bed and not his crib, the couches are gone, some of his toys are gone and he is freaking out a bit. I get frustrated at times because while these changes are occuring, he can be a bit of a nightmare. The sweet side of it is he does like to cuddle more. I am not a fan of the moving process myself. All the packing and unpacking, finding new places for things and readjusting to a new place. Well, in our case, an old place. We are moving into my parents home. It is where Alex and I lived before we got married and just after we were married. Currently my parents live in Carson City so my sister, her husband and two girls have been living there. We will all be living under one roof like one big happy family. It's a good thing for the most part, we all get along pretty well. There are definitely going to be big changes for their family as well as my little family moves in. Sometimes when the change can seem like a set-back, you have to stop and see the positive in it. For us, this change is helping us to continue on our journey to move forward in life. It will be nice to have my siblings close so that we can rely on one another for support through the many aspects of life. I love my family and I welcome the change that is taking place in our life.

Being a stay at home mom means.....

Being a stay at home mom means that you take care of the house and the people that dwell in the house. For me, the past month or so, that has included my grandfather. We currently live with my grandparents. It's an alright situation. The downstairs is ours and the kitchen we share. So my grandmother and I would take turns making dinner and cleaning the dishes. She kept the rest of the upstairs cleaned and I kept the downstairs clean. Well about a month ago, my grandmother was in a car accident down in Las Vegas. She unfortunately totaled the car, however no one else was injured, thank goodness. She sustained a compound fracture on her right ankle and had a gash in her head. After the surgery on her ankle, they told her she could not put pressure on it for 4-6 weeks. Well here we are at about that time frame and she still can't put pressure on it which means, she can't come home. The only way into the house is to go up stairs. So, for the past month and perhaps at least another month, my daily routine has included taking care of my grandfather and the upstairs. It doesn't sound like it would be too difficult but I have a difficult 18 month old and my grandpa can't do much. It can be a bit taxing. Tonight the comment came from my grandfather that I had no idea how much he missed his wife. While I can't imagine how much he misses her, he doesn't realize that I too miss her. He likes things a specific way and I don't necessarily always do them the way he wants/likes nor do I do things the way my grandma does. I think he has grown to have a new appreciation for my grandma since she does do everything for him. I don't purposely do things differently to make his life miserable but I'm not going to change how I do things to make his life easier. I have to do what works for me and my family. They come first.