Moving is such a great experience. I see why people live in their homes for years and years using the excuse that they don't want to uproot their children.... LIE it's because they are afraid of all the junk they have accumulated and having to sift through it if they did move.
With moving comes boxes, packing, cleaning, and of course painting. Chantrie and I have been having a great time getting this all together so we can make a quick move. The stress of moving can be felt by all members of the family including Kadence and Maizy. Maizy doesn't want to be put down for longer than 5 seconds and so Chantrie has resorted to using the baby backpack and putting her in so she can see all the things. That's keeping her busy and happy. Hard on Mom's back, but not as hard as her ears.
Kadence is having a little harder of a time with moving stress than Maizy. We were at our friends Jeff and Naomi house this last weekend. We had finished dinner and sent their girls 3,2 and our 3 year old up to play so we could attempt to watch a movie. You know the feeling when you get 7 mins of uninterrupted movie time and then it hits you..... the dreaded "it's too quiet up there"... and we turn to look up the stairs and here comes the 2 year old crawling down her stairs. Chantrie and I look at her and say, "Is her hair wet?" Upon further examination, it's not water but Bag Balm- a very nasty smelling thick hand cream. (Used to lube up the cow utters so they don't get chapped when milking... yep!)
Bag balm all over her hair. Globs of yellow covering ever hair follicle on that girls head. Also covered are Kadence and her friend. Pj's are covered, walls were just about to get touched when both Mom's reach the girls. Needless to say the movie night was over, and bath time was moved to the top of the list of things.
Kadence sat in the car squishing her fingers together the trip home because she has soo much of it on her body. "Don't touch anything" was her orders so she did the only other thing of constantly squishing the stuff through her fingers making squishy farting sounds.
It took 4 washes with dish soap, a few attempts with corn starch- which we had to unpack because we had just finished the kitchen. All in effort to make some of it come out.
Best part was we had church the next morning. Kadence looked like a greased rat the next day at church. Although she wasn’t alone in that adventure so when they stood together you just thought something was odd about them. Only alone did you really notice. :)
< UPDATE we have almost got it out of her hair a week or so later>
Pics to follow... :)
