Moving has been hard. Hard on all of us but especially G. She has not been accepting of this move. In the last week, I've seen some changes. A little better than before. I've been trying to spend more time with her. I need to be consistent with that. That's my new goal for her. Every day, we get at least 10 minutes of Giuli time. Play whatever game she wants to play. I want to build happy memories of us spending time together. But I have to admit, something is not always right with her. When she goes downhill, she hits the ground hard. I know she doesn't realize what she's doing so trying to stop her is hard and exhausting. Tomorrow we have the ENT appointment. One of the pieces of the puzzle coming together. On Thursday, we talk to her Dr about the Vanderbilt Assessment we turned in. Praying one of these doctors can help get Giuli the help she needs. She's not a bad child. But this move didn't bring out the best in her. Change is not something she likes but it's the way life goes. It doesn't help that we still live out of boxes. J refuses to accept living here but I try to make things normal for her. It's not about him, it's about taking care of G and making sure she's ok. But she'll be ok. I'm positive about that. We love her and will do anything to make sure she's ok.