WE MOVED IN!
I can't believe it happened. But hey. That was 3 weeks ago, and I'm not feeling a three-week catch up session.
In short, we were unpacked in two days. Homey don't play. The kids love it, I love it, the pups love it. It's a dream, all around. I still have some painting and refinishing to do, and some wall hangings and light fixtures to buy... but you know. In time. The Endless Yard Sale is this weekend, so I am betting that I get all that I need {and a little bit more} there.
We don't get a break on weekends and traveling and parties and concerts until the second week in September. We have a full summer//fall and I am pumped. I love a calendar full of different colored pens and plans to commence. Means that we are blessed with friends and family and babies and lots and lots of love to fill up the next 40 days.
Dude, Chamblee will be 3 in seven days. What is happening over here. She's so big and smart and beautiful, some nights I still rock her and pretend she's 7 pounds and can't get her own milk out of the fridge, make a phone call by herself or pick out her own panties- and keep them dry. Man, what a serious joy it is to watch her learn and grow and make her own decisions. Even if it hurts sometimes.
We are still on the blue cake/blue icing/blue sprinkles vibe for her birthday party, and Magic School Bus decorations. You know, because no one sells them, of course. So I'm spending naptime printing out pictures of Ms. Frizzle and trying to figure out how to ghetto rig them into cute party decor. Whatev. She'll love it.
Jacob isn't far behind... he is kind of a mess. And by mess I mean we are always laughing with him because he has jokes. He knows it. He's the softest baby I've ever held. The prettiest and the roughest. The jolliest and the rager. The silent disaster. When he's quiet, something is being broken. Put money on it. He's just started pointing to my bump and saying 'baby'. Chamblee is still saying the baby's name is going to be Simon. It's not. We don't know what it's going to be if it's a boy. I think we have finally settled on a first name for a girl, but not a middle. sigh. We have some time. I'm shockingly not worried about it. Like, at all.
Speaking of baby- I'm 30.5 weeks today. sigh. Some days I feel like the baby should be here tomorrow, and some days I feel like I have worlds to go. In reality, we have 66 days until my due date. K says he bets on an early arrival while I think it'll be right on time. First week in October. Oh my! Only 2 months!
My 30 week bump
Do you live in East Cobb? Near it? If so, you've got to get to East Cobb park. Never over-crowded, {so far} and tons of play space. Four [huge] separate playgrounds for all ages, trails, green space, picnic tables, pavilions, etc. It's our new jam.
hate these things.
It's such a breath of fresh air. I wish all parks were so well kept and versatile.
I'm coming back. I'm getting my bloggin' groove back. All I needed was to get over the morning sickness, sell our house and get into a new one. Now I'm set. But I gotta go. I've been eating egg salad with this baby like it's the only thing there is to eat. And it just hit me again. Must. Eat. Egg. Salad.
So I obey.
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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