Yesterday I mentioned the Big Thing that happened this week and that I’d talk about it today. It’s probably not as big of a thing as having a kid, but it’s still pretty huge. It’ll change our lives, that’s for sure.
I got a new job teaching at a school near Kansas City, so we’ll be leaving Oklahoma behind*. We’re sticking around here for a couple more months so Karli can keep her insurance and get a paycheck, which means that we’ll be heading up and moving out by the end of the summer. After we have Squatch.
*Sorry about the sly “I’ve got a secret” crap yesterday, but I couldn’t really announce it till I told my boss. You never know what gets around on the internet.
Yes, we’ll get the joy of moving with a newborn. I honestly have no idea what to expect or how the kid’s going to be able to handle it. Here’s a list of things I do know about moving with a newborn.
- Don’t pack the baby in a box.
And that about covers it. Aside from that, we’ll get to figure it out as we go along. Karli said she read that it’s actually easier (in general) to move with a newborn than a baby who’s a little bit older. It’s also supposedly easier to build a car engine than a nuclear reactor, but I can’t really do either of those. Perspective, I guess.
Our families are thrilled because we’re bringing their grandchild back to within a short drive instead of a whole-day trip down to the mountains. Oh, and we’re coming back too, I guess.
We’re thrilled because family will be nearby, as will Target, Chipotle, Jimmy John’s, and the rest of civilization.
I’m thrilled because I’ll be teaching four classes instead of seven or eight.
Squatch will be born here a few weeks before we move, which means it’ll never get the joy of remembering the shitty student apartment we lived in when it was born. It’ll also never get the chance to pick up the accent. We will, however, constantly
ridicule remind Squatch that it’ll always be an Okie. No escaping your destiny, pal.