Saturday, April 17, 2010
G's difficult transition
Living in a hotel and all of the things that come with that, took its toll on our little guy.
"Griff is kind of acting out and isn't too pleased with the current living arrangement, lack of space and the few toys he has. The sweet boy we know is not presenting himself at the moment. I don't know if it is because of his age, circumstances or both. I tend to think that he feels lack of control so in turn he is trying to control what he can. For example. In addition to kicking when we try to change his diaper or get him dressed, he is super whiny. Also, when we doesn't want to walk anymore but doesn't want to get into his stroller, he just sits or lays on the ground. When we try to put him into the stroller he has the strength of ten men and of course impossible to reason with him. This last thing kills me....He cries when we get off the elevator to go to our room..so I really think that this is pretty tough for the little guy. We have a time out chair in the corner of the room and have had to use it a few times....each time he cries when he is put in it and then turns around over the back and says, "hi". and if we don't respond, he'll say "hiiiiiii'. He's so cute and totally has our number. He's not acting out all of the time, but he's definitely having a hard time adjusting-- I think he thought the first few days were vacation-- we all did!"
I always thought I would be the type of parent who had my children snack on fruit and veggies and I was not going to have my children eat a lot of sugar. Well, that was before gelato entered our lives. G was introduced to gelato during this tumultuous time and because we wanted to 'ease the pain' of this transition, he indulged in this pleasure a few times a week. Thankfully, he still likes and eats fruit and veggies and didn't swear all of it off for this creamy delight.
Fortunately, we found our home pretty quickly. It was the first and only place we saw. It seemed easier for us than most others we met at the hotel. We don't have pets and only have one child. Our only stipulation was to be close enough for C to ride his bike to work.
The house we found was available Oct 1st, but didn't mean that our furniture and belongings had made it across the ocean. We moved in on the first, and lived off of a few items borrowed from the Army. It took another month or so until our shipment arrived. G was so happy to see his little yellow truck come off the big yellow truck.
Labels:
American Hausfrau,
Germany,
military move; stuttgart
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