Why?

We've written about Noah's newfound propensity to question everything these days and we've also written a lot about our new house.  I thought it might be good to write a little bit about why we moved.  Simplistically, we're now in a nicer town with a bigger yard and bigger house.  But, as always, it's not quite that simple...

Noah receives a number of his "services" through a state-funded program called Early Intervention.  Through that program, every week he gets two occupational therapy sessions, two physical therapy sessions, one speech therapy session and an optional aqua therapy class that we try to get him to when we can (the time is not very good and it's really just a fun swimming class).  All of this has been extremely helpful and relatively inexpensive for us - with the several private sessions we supplement these services with, we certainly have a good understanding of how costly these things can be!  However, the day he turns 3 (October 1), he will "graduate" from Early Intervention and move into the town school program for services.  Early Intervention, in addition to the above, also helps you with this transition - which can apparently be quite laborious.

So, why did we move?  Well, we always viewed our first home as a five-year plan....we ended up making it just over four!  It was a great little house with wonderful neighbors and a great location for commuting and many other conveniences.  But, we had started to outgrow it and we knew the schools in town are okay, but not great and we always wanted our kids to go to public school.  In a perfect world, we probably would've stayed one more year - the house was working just fine for the three of us - saved a little more money and then made the move.  But, nothing is perfect and here we are.

The Early Intervention people need to start the transition to the town program 6 months prior to the child's 3rd birthday and you need to at least be "under-agreement" on a house in the town to be able to transition to that program (makes perfect sense, surprisingly).  We really didn't want to put Noah through multiple transitions if we could at all help it...so this gave us a self-imposed deadline of finding a new house by April 1.  To complicate matters further, the Early Intervention branch we work with only covers a handful of towns - they are regionally based within the state.  While we could have gone anywhere and we would have received help, if we left their region, we would have had to transitioned to work with all new people at a different regional branch....we wanted to avoid that, too.  So, here we went, searching for a home sooner than we would have wanted and limited to a few towns.  Par for the course, at this point!

Well, as you can probably tell, everything has worked out pretty well, despite the less-than-ideal circumstances.  We love the town we've ended up in, which possesses one of the best school systems in the state and will provide top-notch services for Noah.  We love the neighborhood - it's beautiful and everyone that we have met has been wonderful.  And, we love the new house....I think Noah does too.  So, I guess the moral of the story is that despite ongoing chaos and some misfortune, in the wise words of Bob Marley, everything little (or big!) thing is gonna be alright.

Why?  Because I said so!