We are moving in just a couple of days and I am having more trouble with this move than I ever did with the previous two. Why? This is the home into which we welcomed our Hatchling.

It was here that he rolled over at 15 days, here that he first smiled, here that he learned to say "mommy". How could I not mourn the loss of these walls which have seen my baby go from a useless little blob of fat to the incredibly task- oriented little helper he has become?

I'm excited, and nervous, and busy with all the impending stuff that accompanies a move, but I'm also a little heart- broken. This is my son's first home, and I have to leave it behind. In my heart, though, it will always be special to me. I suspect we will drive by once in a while and tell Hatchling, "This was your first home!", to which he will most likely roll his eyes and turn up the volume on his ipod... Kids these days!