we move in 16 days

and I have packed one entire closet. I'm not worried, but the way people are reacting when I tell them that, I feel like I should be. We have 2 weeks! My parents are going to come up for a couple of days before we move and help us finish up, so I think it should be ok. We'll see I guess! We've moved so many times, I just take for granted that it'll get done. We do have more stuff, but we'll have more help too, and we have 3 full days to get from here to there, and a truck rented, so there.

Friday the 27th we close on the new place, and we'll bring some things over, but mostly clean and paint the kids' rooms. They are pink and purple. Yipes. So, the little girl's room will be a nice green, and the boy's will be blue. Not because he's a boy, but because he likes blue. As far as I can tell...he is 3, after all. But whenever he gets to pick something, he picks blue. Like which is your favourite Ninja Turtle? Blue. Which disgusting rainbow coloured twizzler would you like to try first? Blue. Ok. I told him I'd let him pick the colour for his room, and he said, "I want red." I said, let me rephrase that. I'll present you with 2 blue paint chips, and you can pick which shade you'd like. He laughed and said "Red!"

Good times. It's not all fun and games though, life with a 3 year old. And a 7 week old. The 7 week old is remarkably wonderful, as is the 3 year old, really, the best he can be for a 3 year old. Baby girl sleeps a lot still, which was worrisome at first but now is just lovely. Unless gassy, she's a generally happy little person, which makes this whole thing much easier. The boy is also generally happy, but has meltdowns several times a day over anything from me not letting him have candy or a donut for breakfast (YES! Need candy!) to making him wear clothes to go play with the little girl down the road. (NO! Wanna be barenaked boy!)
We disagree, and the conversation progresses something like this:
Yes!
No!
You can't say no to me, I'm the mom.
Yes! I say no!
Fine then, I'm not taking you anywhere.
Yes! I wanna go anywhere!
You don't even make sense when you talk. Put on your underwear!
No! Don won unnerwear!!

and so on.

He also, thanks to my wonderful husband, has seen the movie Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story numerous times, and nearly caused a very embarrassing scene at Tingley's ice cream store when he saw Bruce Lee pushing his bicycle in the door. He's facing the door, I'm facing him. He's like, 'mom, Bruce Lee!" I said, what? "Bruce Lee, here!" I turned around, saw this like, 17 year old Asian kid, and am thinking...shit, what do I say to end this quickly and painlessly? So I say, no, buddy, it's probably not Bruce Lee (because he's dead, and would at least be old, but no need to scare the kid), because he doesn't live around here. It's probably just someone who looks like him. The boy seemed to accept this easily enough, but when the kid walked past us, the boy sort of looks sideways at him and says quietly, "Bruce Lee?" Fortunately, it sounds like "booce wee" and thus probably wouldn't get us fined for being racist or anything anyway, but man. Funny stuff. He also points out all kinds of other people he knows on the street, including pointing me out to me when we were driving the other day. I assume he means it's someone who looks like me, or whoever else, but he hasn't quite figured out how to put that into words yet. Or he just can't be bothered, which is much more likely.

Anyway. I'm freaking tired, and I packed a closet today, which was a lot more than it sounds, because it was one of our storage closets (we don't have a basement here) and there was a lot of shit in there. So, I'm going to bed.