I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship. - Louisa May Alcott

When we moved to Arid-zona, lo these many years ago, Cyclone was two years, nine months of age. He was very communicative and we explained to him we were moving to a new house in Arizona. He understood the moving part, though the thought that Arizona meant our apartment complex and that was it. It took him a while to grasp the concept of STATES. But still, I felt confident that he had some clue as to what was happening.

As we move to Florida, Scooter is two years, seven months of age. He is not terribly communicative in an abstract sort of way. Nevertheless, I have told him what was happening as much as I could, but I don't know what he's hearing. It's made me bummed a bit because I don't like tossing my kids into a situation before I've had a change to explain it to them and allowed them to discuss it with me.

Yet, that's what is happening with Scooter. His stuff "disappears" from his room. Then from all over the house. Then the furniture starts slipping into the garage. Then, finally, everything gets pushed up into this Big Yellow Truck and goes "bye-bye." And he's left in a house with no stuff. THEN we go to Uncle's house, but his stuff isn't here and dogs steal his lunch and munch on his sipper cup and now he won't drink from it.

No wonder the kidlet is cranky! So is his mom, but don't tell anyone, all right? ;-)

I am off again today for points east. See you in a couple of weeks!! I hope!!