For some bonus stress, though, we were dealt a snow / ice storm the weekend of the move. We closed on Friday morning with no winter weather activity and then watched it snow all afternoon. Wondered whether that would turn to ice overnight (temperatures were predicted to drop into the 20s, which they indeed did) but worried a little less when the moving company called to confirm our Saturday morning appointment in spite of the snow and freezing temperatures.
Turns out we should have kept up the worrying -- the scheduler from the moving company called on Saturday morning to tell us that he needed to reschedule our move to sometime Sunday due to the weather (alot of their workers commute using MARTA, and apparently the MARTA trains were not running). Chris told them that rescheduling would not work for us since we had to be completely out of the house by noon on Sunday and therefore needed to move everything on Saturday, so the scheduler said he'd see if he could find a crew for us for that day. That person called back an hour or two later to say that he had found a crew who was finishing one job and would be to our house "soon." Then he stopped answering the phone or returning Chris' calls for the next several hours. Eventually a guy from a moving crew called to see if we "still wanted them to come" (YES!) and got to our house around 4pm -- 8 hours after our scheduled time... By that time Chris had found a road-salting crew and salted our front steps, so the only ice anyone had to walk on was on the rooftop deck. The moving crew was a nice group of guys -- all really hard-working and possessing super-human strength -- so we did get everything to the new house in time to sleep there. It was a late night for everyone, but that didn't matter given that the alternative was sleeping on the floor of a house we did not own. Harrison could have started his life of crime with a trespassing charge at 21 months old.
I, of course, was a rock throughout the day -- except for a 9am breakdown. :) Chris held up better than me, but the star of the show was Harrison. What a trooper! The little guy even napped on a mattress on the floor in his strange new house while we all wondered where we'd be sleeping that night. He was very happy to go to sleep for the night in his hastily-but-safely-assembled crib and sleep for hours and hours in quiet darkness! His reward for being such a great kid all weekend? His very own hand-washing sink. The new kitchen has two sinks -- one facing a window on an exterior wall and one on the island in the center of the kitchen. "His" sink is the one in the island -- he has a little step-stool there that he can climb up, which lets him reach the faucet by himself. He turns the water on, checks to see if it's too hot :), then holds his hands out for soap (can't quite pump the soap dispenser yet, which is fine with us!). Soaps up, rinses some (but not all) of the soap off, then says "dry, dry, dry" as he dries off using "his" towel. We've already had to do two timeouts because of this new sink (one for yanking the temporary towel hook off the cabinets a few times and one for spinning the faucet around while the water was running and letting it pour all over the island countertop -- knew it was only a matter of time before he figured that one out!), but I think it will be great for him. Less great for my own hands since he wants someone to wash with him every time he washes, which was about 15 or 20 times yesterday -- just whenever he happened to remember that he had a sink now. So maybe we'll all have very dry skin but be very healthy in this new house?
Like a true Southerner, he called for an umbrella
What a chubber in his snowsuit!
He liked standing in the snow but not walking in it
Didn't like his gloves but did like his hands in his pockets
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