Has it really been 2 weeks?

Oh, hi!  We're all still alive and well, no worries.  So much has happened in the past two weeks.

Our house is officially sold and the only reason its more official than before, the SOLD sign in the front of our house!  Woot woot!  That was the highlight of my week.  We looked at 4 houses this past week, put an offer in on one, were rejected, and we're back to where we started.  We're moving out of our current house 3 weeks from today.  I've been slacking on packing but it will get done.

Last weekend 'Mommy' got a much needed night away with the ladies.  I had about 24 hours of toddler free time and it was glorious.  Don't get me wrong, I love my kid more than anything else, but I also enjoyed every minute of adult time as well.   The boys had their first night together also, good for everyone.  We ended up right near my brother and got to see him as well, great weekend.

Luke has been fighting all sorts of stuff lately.  We're stuck in the "anytime I don't get exactly what I want when I want it I will flip out" stage.  It's awesome.  Other than those meltdowns, hes the most awesome kid ever.  He and I survived a two hour wait at doctors office this past week, so he gets a gold star for that!  It was a close call for me though, almost didn't make it. He also fought this crazy virus this week and is still fighting ear infections for the past month and a half.  If this last mega antibiotic doesn't work then we're off to the ENT doctor. 

Potty training has been a hot topic lately.  I don't know when is a good or bad time.  I would have thought it is way to early but he now is proud to say "I go poopy" every time he does.  At first it was just "poopy" but then he started saying that all the time and tricking me.  But if he says the whole sentence its the real deal.  Not sure if thats a sign he's ready?

And today our whole family was decked out because it's October folks!  Playoff baseball!!!  LOVE it! 

Hi Reality

We started packing for real this weekend.  Now I have empty shelves, empty cabinets, missing decorations, no movies to watch.  I'm really starting to realize that this is for real and we will be out of our house in 5 short weeks.  I'm starting to get sad, I'm starting to panic slightly, and I'm really really tired.

Yesterday I packed a couple of boxes of books, all of our movies, and little things like that.  No biggie but a start.  Today my mom came to help me pack and we got through all of the dining room, almost half of the kitchen, and a few odds and ends around the first floor.  Our house is no longer "show" ready but we got the word on Friday night (while looking at yet another house....) that our inspection went through fine and now assuming appraisal goes through tomorrow or the next day our house is pretty much sold for good.  So I'm done cleaning, straightening up, and making it look all roomy.  Instead, this is what my dining room looks like now.

For as much as we got accomplished today, there is still SO much left to pack.  And I'm getting a little sad.  I was rocking Luke to sleep tonight (and no that is not an every night occurrence but he is getting more teeth in and these are killer, poor kid, which makes bedtime a nightmare the past few nights) and I was just thinking about his room, his nursery, and when he was a tiny little baby, and all the things he did in this house.

This is where I may turn in to an emotional mess...stop reading if you wish.

There are so many firsts that happened in this house, not only with Luke but with Zach and I.  I think I'm also a little blah by it all because we have no clue where we are moving to so I feel like I don't have really anything exciting to look forward to yet.  I know it will all work out, but we're up to almost 30 houses we've seen.  I don't know what is left.  And I'm hoping and praying some new awesome wonderful perfect house will suddenly appear on the market soon.  If not I may need to go door to door asking people if they are interested in selling.

But until then, we'll just keep looking, keep packing, and keep on keeping on.  

Packing

Luke and Knuckles are ready to go!

Never a Dull Moment

Life with Luke is always interesting.  He has a new trick - taking off his diaper.  Yeah, I know, gross trick and I'm completely not impressed. 

The past few days when Zach was away Luke started undoing his diaper as soon as I would put it on him.  No biggie because I'd put it back on and quickly pull his pants up.  As long as there are pants there is a diaper still on my child.  I forgot to mention this new trick to Zach upon his return.

Last night Zach was in charge of putting Luke to bed (I was super excited to have help again but Luke and I did survive those 5 days without incident, just exhaustion).  I had no idea but Zach decided to put him to bed with a t-shirt and no shorts.

This morning I got woken up with "Um, we have a problem."  This is being said as Zach is walking into the bedroom holding a diaper in his hand.  I'm half awake thinking, what heck is he doing holding a diaper with 2 fingers and it dangling from his hands.

He proceeds to explain the diaper was laying like that in Luke's crib, Luke is naked, and there is pee everywhere!  GROSS!  And instead of cleaning it up, he cleans up Luke and goes downstairs for breakfast.  I go in and find the entire crib and part of floor in need of cleaning.  Ugh. Good thing he's cute ;)

Who me?  What'd I do?!?

Exhausted

I give any single parent out there major credit.  I have been on my own for 3 days now and I am beat!  Even with all of the wonderful help from my inlaws (thank you!!!).  Between working, having a toddler, and just the everyday stuff that has to get done, whew! I'm ready for bed at like 6.  I can't wait for Zach to get back on Sunday and I'm pretty sure Luke feels the same way. 

This week did have a few extra awesome points though.  After almost 4 weeks of daycare, Zach dropped off Luke Tuesday morning and he didn't cry as Dada left!  I can't even explain to you how excited I am!  There was a little lip quiver, then a high five, and everything was fine.  Way to go Luke! 

The week before when I picked him up they would tell me how he would forcefully tell them "mama come!" or "dada come!"  This week he was all smiles, dancing, laughing.  Apparently before I picked him up the other day he stopped playing, walked over to the door, and said "mama."  His teacher said he knew it was just about the time I usually come.  So he's finally understanding that we will come back, every day.

As far as the house goes, no more progress.  Our house is still pretty much "show ready" all the time still, which for as much of a pain in the butt that it actually is at night, when I come home from work completely beat its so refreshing to have a clean house.  I should probably start packing soon, October will be here before I know it.  However I feel like I just finished prepping it and I want a little break....hahahaha. Yeah right. 

And now it is 8:15 on a Friday night and I'm headed to bed.  That's right, to bed! 

Um, wow.

Thats all I can do to explain the past 12 days.  Wednesday the 17th we listed our house.  Thursday the 18th we started hunting.  Since then it has been a whirlwind.  Back to work for me, Luke fought another cold and ear infection, trip to the shore, house showings, house visits.  Oh. my. god.  I don't think I've sat down for more than 20 minutes at a time. 

However, our house is sold, yay!  To be completely honest, I'm excited but also terrified because it happened way quicker than I expected and I feel completely unprepared and anxious about it all.  We've seen over 15 houses and not found "the one."  And we have to be out of our house in less than 2 months.  Maybe I've lost my mind. 

Keep your "you'll find the perfect house soon" fingers crossed. 

Sun and Sand

We spent last weekend at the shore.  Here's our weekend in pictures.

Luke was holding on so tight at first - a little taken back by the waves.

He loved playing in the sand though.

Just relaxing.

He warmed up to the idea of the water eventually.

Busy, busy, busy.

Luke and PopPop

Waiting in line for the carousel.

 

Going for a ride.

He wasn't really a fan of this one - eventually his head was down on daddy's lap.

MomMom, Mommy, and Luke riding the choo choo.

MomMom, Luke, and PopPop