I can't believe how time has flown by. It's now been a month since we left Holland and moved back East.
I still miss Michigan, but we're slowly readjusting to our new life here.
One day when Baby Chuck grows up, I'll tell him lots of stories about our time in Michigan. I'll share about the kindness of mid-westerners. I'll scare him with a gory recounting of his birth. I'll make him laugh with tales about our sweet and grumpy Charlie.
And I'll delight him with descriptions of that quirky festival called Tulip Time.
Hello Tulip Time
Oh how I love that festival! If only I had learned how to dance in klompen. :)
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
We've caught Olympics fever
We can't stop watching the Olympics over here. Baby Chuck especially loves gymnastics and swimming.
Are you watching the Olympics too?
Are you watching the Olympics too?
Friday, July 27, 2012
Tiny apartment living
I don't know why, but I can't stop watching tiny apartment videos on Youtube. It's amazing how people can living in such small spaces!
This man's apartment is probably the size of someone else's walk-in closet!
This man's apartment is probably the size of someone else's walk-in closet!
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Reviewing our move: Tony to the rescue
Our missing items still have not been delivered. After calling the moving company repeatedly and getting nowhere, I was beginning to lose hope.
But then, a couple of days ago, hubby received an email from a stranger via LinkedIn. Here's what the email said:
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Can you believe it? The moving company had placed our toolbox in someone else's box. We had believed that it was forever lost and then this nice man contacts us.
Thank you Tony for your act of kindness.
But then, a couple of days ago, hubby received an email from a stranger via LinkedIn. Here's what the email said:
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Hubby's name, I actually am not trying to connect with you. I recently moved to NY and in one of my boxes, I found a small plastic box that included a lot of bike gear, two recorders and an envelope with your name. I would like to return them to their rightful owner. - Tony
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Can you believe it? The moving company had placed our toolbox in someone else's box. We had believed that it was forever lost and then this nice man contacts us.
Thank you Tony for your act of kindness.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
This weekend
We visited our aunt and uncle's place. Baby Chuck had a blast playing with all their toys and swimming in the pool. Hubby and I enjoyed seeing family and eating delicious food.
Chuck liked this toy so much. We borrowed it and brought it home with us! |
Yummy! Hello halo-halo! |
All aboard! |
Oops. I think someone had an accident in the pool. |
We put Chuck in a regular diaper when he went swimming. Left: A very full diaper Right: An unused diaper for comparison |
Hubby and I left early because we were tired. Baby Chuck drove himself home. |
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Reviewing our move: (Most) of our stuff arrives
About a week ago, the movers finally brought our stuff.
Hubby and I were excited to unpack and put things away. But then we started noticing that some boxes looked a bit different than we remembered:
I don't remember packing a concave box... |
or a crumpled box. Hmmm... |
We also noticed some of our furniture got chipped and cracked:
And where are our headboard, bed frame, foot board, box of tools, and car trunk cover? Apparently still in Chicago.
So now we're contacting the company and waiting some more....
Friday, July 13, 2012
Reviewing our move: Arriving at our new place
After days upon days of driving (ok, it was only two days, but it felt like forever), we finally arrived at
Grr.
After some more discussion we then found out the company could probably locate our stuff and probably deliver our stuff within a week... if we paid an extra fee.
Double grr.
Darn you, movers! I bite my thumb at you!
After agreeing to pay the extra
Baby Chuck must have been stressed too, because he was also really keen on cleaning.
Nice job! Stress, be gone!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Reviewing our move: The pickup fiasco
What's wrong with this picture? (Photo sneakily taken via iPod.) |
Hubby and I found several moving companies online and ended up choosing a company that seemed to give us a good deal. We chose to use professional movers to alleviate stress. Instead, our movers caused us tons of anxiety and grief. They seemed like nice guys, but they weren't dependable, didn't take good care of our belongings, and didn't communicate with us at all.
The trouble all began during the pick up stage. They were scheduled to come between 3 and 5pm. They actually arrived at 8pm and didn't leave until 1am.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment and had all of our stuff packed. Why did it take them five hours? Well, first of all, they didn't actually start loading our stuff until 9pm because they had to readjust other peoples' items. Baby Chuck and I watched them work and we were shocked. They tossed boxes out of the truck and onto the ground. They stood on furniture. They also crammed large boxes into too-small openings.
Then, they didn't bring the right tools for the job. They couldn't take apart the bed and crib, so they asked hubby to go out and purchase the right tool. Poor hubby had to drive out to Meijer at 10:30 pm to find what they were looking for.
Sadly, they also didn't have have enough room in the truck for our stuff. Instead of calling another truck to come, the movers just tied the remaining items onto the back of the truck with rope.
While watching my bike and our mattress precariously dangling off the side of the truck at 1am, hubby and I said several silent prayers that our belonging would make it safely to our new apartment.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Reviewing our move: Packing
Hubby and I finished unpacking the majority of boxes this morning. Hooray! Right now we're acclimating to East Coast living by eating delicious ethnic food and learning how to drive more aggressively. We're also reflecting on our moving experience, so I figured it would be nice to write a couple of posts about that.
We packed for days and days. Although we donated and sold a lot of items, we still had a ton of items to pack. I packed most of the rectangular items and left hubby with the easy task of packing oddly shaped and fragile things. (Hee hee, I'm such a good wife like that.)
A couple of boxes here and there slowly grew into tall unstable towers. Soon we were surrounded by our very own city of stuff.
While we packed, life still went on.
And wouldn't you know it? In the midst of everything, Baby Chuck began crawling forward for the first time.
Whoa. Not so fast, spider monkey.
We packed for days and days. Although we donated and sold a lot of items, we still had a ton of items to pack. I packed most of the rectangular items and left hubby with the easy task of packing oddly shaped and fragile things. (Hee hee, I'm such a good wife like that.)
A couple of boxes here and there slowly grew into tall unstable towers. Soon we were surrounded by our very own city of stuff.
While we packed, life still went on.
And wouldn't you know it? In the midst of everything, Baby Chuck began crawling forward for the first time.
Whoa. Not so fast, spider monkey.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Goodbye Charlie
Hi everyone, it's been awhile since my last post. Our family experienced a lot of changes these past weeks. We left Michigan, drove across country, and moved into a new place in New Jersey. But the biggest change in our life has nothing to do with our move, it has to do with Charlie.
As many of you know, Charlie has been part of our family for six years. We adopted him from an organization in the East Village that rescues dogs on death row. Although we were hesitant to adopt an older dog (he was eight years old), we fell in love with his sweet and spunky nature.
Last week, hubby and I made the hard decision to put Charlie down. It broke our hearts to do so. He was sick before we left Michigan and his health got worse after our move.
Charlie was a wonderful dog and a wonderful friend. He loved to nap, eat cheese, and lick people's toes. He also loved to sleep with his head on my stomach and bark at ghosts. We were so lucky that he chose us to be his family.
Charlie- We miss you so much. You've left a dog shaped hole in our hearts.
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