Moving again!

Hugo and his cousin Connor are the new Dukes of Hazzard.

Yes, we’re moving again on Tuesday with mixed feelings. My husband and I are feeling blue about leaving the shore – living one and a half blocks from Sandy Hook Bay and a free beach for the past 8 months. That’s pretty amazing, and we live across the street from a park. Highlands has some great things going for it. So you know there must be some really compelling reasons to leave…

I went to Georgia to visit with my brother and his family last week. I got to meet my precious new niece and spend some quality time with family. But it was stressful to be away from all the stuff that needed to be packed. Hugo and I went by ourselves and he was very well behaved on the plane again. Didn’t sleep as much as last time, but we were armed with a few episodes of Chuggington on an iPod.  Hugo was uncharacteristically discreet with nursing on the plane and was content to stay in the sling as we made our way through the airports.

Now the cabinets full of glasses, medicine cabinet full of expired sunblock and bins of toys are steadily turning into boxes. I’m excited about the new place.

He’s running away from us

Today Hugo rejected going for a walk in the sling for the first time. He insisted on getting down and running along the sidewalk by himself. I had always carried him on my hip in the sling until we walked to a relatively safe destination like the park or the beach down the block. When we had walked down the street short distances together I always held his hand.

This evening, my son was having none of that. Thank goodness he seemed to understand when I told him to stay on the sidewalk, and that he must hold my hand when we crossed the street. He then practiced his stair-climbing abilities at the bay wall where there is a little concrete platform next to a desert-themed little “park” consisting of strips of mulch containing of yucca plants and cacti.

He did get tired enough to want to be carried on the way home. One other major loss today – Hugo learned to say “Elmo,” who up until a few hours ago had only been known as “Guy!” in our home. He’s growing up so fast.


Me and Mr. Go at the beach

The same week we found out that our new home was earthquake ready, we have to pack up and flee for higher ground when hurricane Irene hits this weekend. The Highlands has mandated evacuations by 5:00 PM tomorrow. Fortunately, we have friends inland who are taking us in – guinea pig, cat and all.

I was nervous about packing this evening, but I feel better now that I have tupperwares of pet food ready to go. Hugo will have fun playing with his lovely two year old girlfriend and Maggie the pig seems to enjoy traveling and a change of scenery. I think the cat will have the most difficult time. Our friends have six cats. Stash has never been around another cat, other than to hiss through the window.

I hope everything about this charming town is intact when we come back! I just read that there is a curfew from Saturday at 8:00 PM to Monday at 9:00 AM. It will be good to be at a hurricane party that originated as a two-year-old birthday. It’s easier to laugh away your fears with good company.

I could have mentally railed about moving a block from the beach a week before the biggest storm of my lifetime hits New Jersey, but it turned out that the town we moved from is also being evacuated. I wonder if the boxes we have left there will stay dry.

Hugo just started napping well in this new house today! Oh, well. Maybe he’ll sleep even better after we get home (on Monday?). I hope we have power.

Best of luck and God bless everyone who is in the path of Irene.