I had my daughter and her family, (husband, son and dog) son and the dog spend almost 3 years in our house.
It was a load of fun, the house once again with the warmth of a family, the laughter of a child growing up from babyhood who is now over 3 years old and so independent!
It kept my husband sane, busy with the little one going for walkies with Kiba the dog, too. Kiba is still with us, until the backyard is gated well at their new place, but I have to say the 3 year old doesn’t shed as much fur!
I had many outings with my grandson showing him off to my friends or going shopping and eating at the shopping centres – he always surprised nearby diners with the amount that he could eat! – he’s growing up so fast! There was always a warning from Mummy: no more toys! He has everything he needs. I splurge now and again though, on a new pair of shorts or socks he picks out himself.
We know they’re not far, only a short drive away. It won’t be the same but we will still be a big part of one another’s lives.
In fact I’m visiting today, I wonder how many boxes they’ve unpacked. Moving house is always chaotic. Especially with young children. This way my daughter can get more things done and I can get in some time with my grandson.
Maybe between ‘3 years in our house’ and ‘It was a load of fun’ put this paragraph:
I have always had an open door policy in my home. So my kids keep coming back! I’ve even had clients wanting to downsize and I’ve told them to hold off. Months later they’ve informed me their children had come home to them too!