Guess what he got, shortly after this.
Yesterday we said a tearful goodbye to our friends Sarah and Tallulah. Or rather, I was tearful--it's sort of my resting state these days--and Henry was sulky. As we walked home he asked me why I looked sad.
"I'm going to miss our friends," I said. And Henry replied, "I'm not going to miss them."
"Really," I said.
He stopped walking and clenched his fists. "I'm not going to miss them," he wept, "Because I. AM NOT. MOVING."
I picked him up. He dampened my shirt with his tears. Then wiped his nose on me for good measure.
"I don't want to move," he said. "I want a cookie."










April 28, 2006
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The day we moved in, a couple of girls from down the block brought over a plate of freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies to welcome us to the neighborhood.
"I like this house," Em said through chocolatey lips. "Even if I do still miss Dukie."
Cookies do cure a wide variety of ills. I recommend them for moms, too.
We're not moving again, at least not until they go away to college. Then I'm thinking caribbean...warm...beaches....warm. Sigh
Seriously though, it is written (somewhere, I assume) that cookies (no matter the variety) cure everything from hangnails to hemorrhoids). So, if you gave him the cookie (and you're no dummy...I know you gave him the cookie) the skies should be brightening soon...even in New Jersey. :-)
It gets better. I promise.
he is just such a sweetie.
We're too in the process of house-buying and moving, although not to a different town and state this time. We did the big international move before our little guy was old enough to know the difference two years ago, but I sure do and did feel the pain. This latest move feels like I'm mourning all over again for leaving Prague and moving back to the U.S., with the added fun of taking on a (naturally too big) mortgage for the first time in our lives.
Stabby stabbiness indeed.
I find myself wondering if alcohol will be enough to get me through. Cookies could be the next step.
I did it the day before the move because I knew I would never have the time afterwards. It was a big hit. Especially when friends would come to visit, my son loved to tow them in by the hand to see "the fishy bathroom."
Good luck with the move --
We gave the kids lots of surprise presents, ice cream, cartoons, let them sleep in their clothes, let them have breakfast for dinner, and it worked like a charm! (Plus, all the new stuff and cartoons allowed us to park them in one room and get the rest of the house organized.) Seriously, we only did fun stuff as much as possible during that several-week period.
Then we got them back to work at the rug factory ASAP.
That said, I did enough crying for both of us. Hang in there...
Poor little Henry.