Sunday Night

Quick update here. Wilder had his 2-year doc appt. a couple weeks ago. He's 33 lbs. and 35 inches tall. Ninetieth percentile in both weight and height. A big boy! And speaking of big boy, he's still doing well with the new bed. Can't believe we dodged the bullet there. Whew.

Another first yesterday ... Wilder told me I was "pretty." Since I've been sick for a week, hadn't showered since the day before, didn't have a lick of make-up on, hadn't combed my hair and was experiencing another pregnancy-related breakout (I have a pimple ON MY EYELID), I have to assume he was highly influenced in his remarks by the blue bucket I was wearing as a hat. "Wilder, do you like my hat?" Sly smile. "Pretty." Perhaps his sense of sarcasm is more finely tuned that I've given him credit for.

We went to a nearby park with Betty late this afternoon while our Realtor did an open house. We had a ton of fun. Betty chased the ball and proved she's a great off-leash dog (finally ... my dog karma kicking in again); Wilder climbed the playground's rock wall and walked and wobbled his way across the balance beam. It was a beautiful night and tons of people/families were out grilling, playing volleyball, etc.

So now we're home and, as I mentioned, I've been sick a week. What started as a bit of chest congestion minus any sore throat or stuffy nose has turned into full-blown something. I can't speak above a whisper, cough constantly and feel generally like crapola. Going to the doc tomorrow ... thinking this is either bronchitis or maybe even a touch of pneumonia. Hope to be back in fighting form in time for slaving over a hot stove all day Thursday : )

Gonna go drink some tea and try to get a bit of voice back so Wilder and Jerry quit acting like it's vacation around here. Kidding ... ; )

Cheers, k.

Look who's outta the crib!

We finally got Wilder his big-boy bed today. Went to IKEA, which I always think is going to be really fun but always ends up being overwhelming and a pain the butt. There are people wandering around lost, paying no attention to what's going on around them (yeah, yeah, me included ...) and then you get to the self-service area to pick up gigantic boxes of stuff and encounter a new round of lost, exasperated people. Only these ones have big carts and are blocking your way. But, all in all, we got in and out of there pretty fast once we figured out which bed we were getting (which was not the bed we intended to get when we left, but was the bed I'd initially wanted to get about five months ago. Go figure.) and what accessories we were getting with it and where they were. Man, did I mention IKEA is a total pain?

OK, but worth it. At least for now. The bed itself is nothing spectacular. Cute, cute bedding, colorful. But on night No. 1, as of right this very second (and I type that soooo hesitantly because I expect him to wake up and go, "What the ...?" any second), but our boy is seriously sacked out in his new bed. Jerry and I both just tip-toed in with a flashlight to see if he'd crawled to the foot of his crib and curled up on the floor yet, but he's comfortably passed out in the new bed.

I'm not sure this will last, but it's just wonderful to get a free pass on a night you sensed would involve a struggle. But I probably should have expected this -- Wilder's got a strange sense of exuberance toward new stuff in life coupled with a laid-back sense of going with the flow of things.

Anyway, a couple of pics from earlier today when we'd assembled the bed and put it into his room. He climbed right up and started playing on it. I'd love to get a picture of him sleeping in it now, but I fear waking him up and destroying the whole house's reverie. I'll save those for another time then. Cheers all ... k.

 
 

Couple o' cuties

Just a pair of quick pics of Wilder playing with his friend Lea last night. We let them play alone for awhile in his room, and when we checked on them they'd made themselves quite comfy inside the train table, just chattering away and playing cars.
 
 

We're on the market baby!

Finally. The house goes on the market tomorrow. Jerry and I did the final push on Friday and Saturday and worked our tails off. Every muscle in my body hurt last night, and I think I reactivated my pregnancy-related carpal tunnel (when I was pregnant with Wilder it got really painful). The house is clean -- not clean enough to eat off the floors or anything ... I don't even think that's possible in a nearly 60-year-old house. But clean enough. It should show well, particularly if we can keep the maintenance up. Nowadays, when I have a free moment, instead of stealing a few pages from a book or sitting on my butt dreaming about having a glass of wine (or five or six) come April, I clean. I wipe, sweep, pick up, groan, gather dog poop, grunt, fold clothes, do more laundry, rant, and chase a goop-covered toddler around raving my head off. "No no NO DON'T wipe your mouth on the couch .... ohhhh, crap."

Yep, good times ...

Still, it's nice to have a nice house again. Nice to live more deliberately and think more about our surroundings. I might even keep some of this up when we move. Then again, I'll have a newborn, a 2-year-old (who's becoming more "quintessential" in his twoness everday) and I'll still have a job. So, sometimes, I will still just sit on my butt and drink wine. I will have to -- cleaning does not save a person's sanity. Wine, on the other hand ...

So here are some pictures of the house. Say a little prayer or perform a little blessing that we sell quickly and don't get horribly insulted by low offers. After we've worked so hard, it would be WONDERFUL to sell quickly, find a nice cozy new home and be in the new place by Christmas. Not counting on it, but a girl can hope. Even when she's too tired to cross her fingers ...

And one more quick thing ... I was reading through year-old blog entries the other night. I don't know when it happened, but I've gotten horribly boring in my writing. I might as well tell you all about the weather. "Wilder is happy. We are good. Nothing's changed blah blah yadda yadda ... zzzzzzzzzzz." Sorry. I am nothing without my sarcasm and ascerbic wit, right? So I'm bringing it back. It's already been broughten.

Cheers friends ... k.