We are moved, though far from settled, into our new home.
There are still boxes everywhere and I have yet to find a million things, but last night Graham returned from a few days at my parents' house to a new room, complete with a big boy bed.
And even though there were a million things I should have done first, I spent hours setting up his room in hopes that its beauty would distract him from the fact that he had well and truly left his old home and his old crib (the crib I often thought would serve as his marital bed) behind.
The room and the bed are spectacular. (As soon as I figure out where my camera is packed I will post pictures to prove it, but in the meantime take my word for it: seriously cute.)
But that doesn't mean I wasn't worried about Graham's reaction. Graham is about as stubborn as your average mule and has been known to loudly declare (sometimes apropos of nothing) "You KNOW I don't like change mommy!"
So last night, just before I switched out the light, I cuddled with him on his new bed and indulged in some gentle reassurances.
"Isn't the new homestead nice Graham?" I asked.
"Yes mom," he replied.
"And don't you like your new room?"
"Yes mom."
"And I just love your new bed, don't you?"
"Yes mom."
"And don't you think-
"Mommy!"
"Uh...yes Graham?"
"Could you please go away now so I can get some sleep?'
Ahem.
Apparently Graham is going to be just fine, thankyouverymuch.
(I'm not so sure about mommy).
