I went through this trauma about, oh, 2 years ago. Some people came, put my things in a box, took them away. Several days later, they showed up in a new house and I celebrated Christmas by opening all sorts of boxes and finding cool things inside them!
This time? Mommy spent days stuffing stuff in boxes. Then, some people came and put things in boxes. Then everything went on a truck, an hour later, it started coming off a truck. I was left with lots of boxes -- which, I thought contained cool new things. Nope. They contained my old toys. And while some were cool, I've clearly outgrown -- they were soooo 6 weeks ago!
This new place is in "Evanston". It scores over the younger, less pedestrian "Northbrook" in numerous ways. There is a park across the street. Another one a block away. A school playground a block away. And another two parks on the way to downtown -- one with coffee for early morning park trips! So, that is definitely a plus! There are more places to eat at. There are shops I can be pushed to. There is a library to play in, a bookstore to run around and play with the trains in, and not one, but *two* train lines to watch trains on! And my elementary school is just 2 minutes walk away. And my pre-school? It's across the street!
What more could I ask for? Other then trains, more trains, lasagna, pizza, more trains, more toys, planes, still more trains, lots of dirt and sand to play with, more trains, better sofas to jump on, more things to climb, bubbles, yet more trains, fewer repeats of SuperWhy, and still yet more trains, that is...
Unfortunately, there are no pictures of this time -- Daddy's lack of one working arm makes holding a camera impossible! Besides, pictures of me crying just aren't cute. I'll stick to the pictures of me being ... cute!
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