Kids

I haven't posted about them for a while. Does this make me a terrible mother? I hope not...I think it just means that I've been up to other things.

The move has been difficult for Bee (and me), but BabyJ seems to be handling it all right. There are lots of new rules in this new house (I feel bad complaining about it, because it's REALLY nice of my dad and stepmom to store us until we close on the house) - don't push any buttons on ANYTHING, don't play the piano, don't wake up before 9 (which means we're banished to the basement until everyone wakes up, so that we don't disturb the light sleepers), don't make ANY messes, don't hide in the corner behind the furniture (but it's such a lovely little playhouse spot!), don't take the cushions off the couch or chairs (we do this on a regular basis at our house, to build things)....you get the idea. J's okay, just wonders why there are so many "no"s. Bee gets angry and sulky. She's been acting out a little, but I have to remind myself that if I weren't an adult with a social filter, I'd be throwing fits because of how stressed I feel, too.

J is straight muscle these days....he took a 5-pound weight in each hand and made a hilarious "I'm a straining weightlifter working so hard" grunt to lift them both up. I wish I could lift 40% of my bodyweight. :-) He's in love with my cousin Brendan. We pull into their driveway, and before he can even see the house (it's a long driveway) he starts saying "BENdan, BENdan." Love it.

Bee is adjusting to her new dance class. It's a bit more regimented and ballet-focused (which I like and she seems to be warming up to), and I LOVE her teacher (who is the most beautifully graceful 60-some-year-old woman I've ever seen). She's also been excited about her new friends at Primary and getting to see her cousins so much. Every morning she says to me "I want to go to T's house to see Colleen."

We love being home. Just can't wait to get into our own space.

HOUSE!

So, we have an accepted offer. Provided nothing crazy happens with our loan or the inspections, we'll have a house, all of our very own, on February 13th (just in time for Valentine's....I don't know that we'll ever beat that in terms of gift-age!).

Did lots of signing, stressing, researching (not in any particular order...mostly just a big mish-mash of all of them!). I don't think that I've been this relieved about anything since I finished sewing costumes about 15 minutes before the show at Chamizal (remember, AL, remember??).

*whew*

Treadmills...

....are punishment for people who know what ACTUAL running feels like.

We've been staying with my Dad for the moving/house shopping interval (I'm really grateful for them), and they have a treadmill. I tried it out today. It is NOT a good thing.

Still, when J woke up early this morning and I lost my "get out alone" chance, I guess that this is better than nothing.