
well we've been moved in for a week now. this 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom townhouse is much more comfortable than a hotel room. it's nice to have fresh food in the fridge and just live at my own pace. thanks again to all of my wonderful friends who have helped us get to where we are today. we do not take any of you for granted. we love you and appreciate you more than words can express.
unfortunately there is no progress to report on, what Q calls, the broken house. repairs have not begun. it did not bother me until yesterday when i finally felt settled in, i also felt like something should be in motion. so i'm in a weird place right now. everything will work itself out and we are staying on top of the situation, so no worries.
my parents have finally signed on and moved into their new house. it took them a year to build it, but they have been dreaming about it for a decade (no joke). i am so happy for them and love going over there to view the progress and decisions they make. i hear a lot of people say that building a house will make you want to kill your spouse, but i think it has brought them closer together. they seem very happy and in-sync. it's nice.
also, my boys love it over there. baby A thinks climbing the stairs and hiding around the corner is a game. currently he loves the men in his life. he is daddy's boy and cack's grandson. when everyone else is gone, i get all the loving. it suites me just fine. i don't want him attached to me 24/7 and it's nice to see him bonding with everyone. when he turned 10 months, it's like he turned a leaf. you know what it is? he thinks he's big now. or he wants to be big. second child syndrome. he started getting on his hands and knees to crawl, which if you read my blog constantly, i was starting to obsess over the fact that he was never going to "crawl" and was always going to look like an injured soldier. but it didn't take long after he got the crawl, that he wanted to start holding your fingers and walk around. by the way, it kills your back. but i'm not one to invest in toys and he doesn't seem to like those push around things anyway. so kill my back it does. however, i like to encourage the scooting around whilst holding on to furniture and also have him reach for me and try to do it himself. let's see...he also wants to eat big boy food: meat, bread, fruit, salad, you name it, he wants it. giving him baby puree sometimes feels like a force feeding war, because he also wants to do that by himself. "he think he big" the finger foods and the teething foods basically cause him to get even more stopped up in the #2 department, which sometimes gives him (and us) trouble if he hasn't had enough of his fiber supplement. his GI doctor thinks his intestines are longer than the average, meaning he needs more fiber and more water than the average person/baby and since that is so hard at this age, he has us giving him extra fiber that dissolves in his bottle. no big deal, unless i don't give him enough or i give him too much...if you have one of these babies, you know what i mean.
i guess i need to fill you in on Q too. he has a new bus that picks him up at 6:55 am, yes, YIKES! we didn't even make it to school the first time i tried to wake him up early to get to the bus. but now, everything is good. he adjusts quickly to new situations, which is a true blessing since we have had lots of different and crazy changes this past month. sometimes i feel like he is acting out, but other times i just wonder if it's just a bunch of compounded issues topped off by the fact that sometimes we can't go outside to play because of the weather. too wet, too cold. like he's not acting out, he's just bottled up. he needs to get all of that energy out. so we are trying better to direct everything in positive ways. he has been talking about baseball a good bit lately, sparked by passing the high school's diamond and tv and shirts and underwear. so i asked him if he wanted to PLAY baseball this year and he said yes, and he told his dad and grandparents he was going to play baseball. then the next day when i told him he had to wear a baseball hat to play baseball, was he going to, he said no. he seemed very sure of his answer. those darn hats :)