So, tomorrow’s the big day.
We are surrounded by boxes – most of which Little Miss has customised with her crayons – and we are already knackered.
We’ve spent the past few weeks building Little Miss up to the idea. Unfortunately because of the distance, we haven’t been able to visit since we first saw the property but we’ve been showing her photos of the new house and the garden, explaining what’s going to happen; drawing pictures of our apartment block then the new house with us (and Lambie and Mog and Doggie) all at the new house.
But the big one is packing the boxes, explaining we need to put our things in the boxes to go to the new house. You can see the cogs working in Little Miss’ head as she processes this and has watched me pack up the apartment over the week.
She’s been very helpful, patting the tape down as I build the box and in her room, I’ve made a big deal of her choosing what goes in which box as she repeats, “my things, my box, new house” – which hopefully is her processing and understanding!
There’s been a few tense moments when she’s not wanted to put things in the box and I’ve wondered, ‘is this it? The moment the penny drops and she loses it because we’re leaving the safe and known?’ But so far, we seem to be ok…
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