Here I sit in our new temporary house. The sale of hour home was final on the 30th, and we spent that weekend moving into a home in our neighborhood that a friend in our ward was trying to rent out. It’s a 3-story, and we have a bit more living space but less bedroom space. It’s only for 6 months until we buy a home, at least that’s the plan. Planning can either work out in your favor or leave you feeling highly disappointed when nothing goes according to those grand plans. So we’re just kind of winging it - praying and winging it. I have been busy getting the other house ready to sell and getting this one organized and unpacked, so that’s the reason for my blogging absence. I hate to be gone from my blog so long – I find it to be so therapeutic, and I love to go back and read about the happenings of our life later during the year. I love my blog book, but I have yet to turn 2011 and 2012 into books because it’s a time-consuming process. Time is like gold around here lately.
Jacob started school a couple weeks ago. He’s taking Biology 189 and Spanish 111. He’s also working full time and trying to get family and church time in as well. It’s a tricky thing, that whole balancing act. Moving was quite the distraction, particularly since the disorganized garage is most assuredly causing him to lose sleep. He likes things to be just so. I used to joke a lot when we were first married that Jacob bought organizational bins for his organizational bins. He’s always looking to make something more efficient, and I both appreciate and dislike this about him. I have to dislike something about him, right? His need to organize comes in very handy at times, but I often meet change with much resistance. He says, Why not improve something that could function more efficiently? But I say, Why fix something that isn’t broken? Pretty sure that’s something that drives him crazy about me. Anyway, enough about our marital affairs, we’re doing just fine. Loving each other like usual.
Mr. Teags had a birthday on Monday. He had some kind of flu that day, so we didn’t do anything. Jacob was working all day, so that’s ok. We went out to dinner on Tuesday to Bambini’s, one of our favorite places, and then went to G-Ma Edgel’s for some birthday cake and presents. We celebrated with my family on Sunday. Teags turned 4, even though he promised me that we would stop growing up for good. He’s a liar because it’s not working. What gives these kids the right to just grow as they please as if their mother is okay with all of it? I’m not. I love children. I can’t imagine not having a 3-year-old in my house forever. That would be the age I would freeze my children at if I could.
Logan is FINALLY scooting and sitting up. He’s made a lot of progress. He still does the army crawl, but now he gets up on his knees and rocks. I don’t know if he’ll crawl since he seems to get around fine army style. He’s doing better about pulling himself up on things. But he can’t pull himself up to standing just yet. He’s a little behind, but people tell me not to worry. He’s quite the sweetheart and full of smiles. He’s my favorite at his sleep times because he lets me hold him like a baby as he looks sweetly into my eyes for a few minutes. But he only does that when he’s tired and I walk into his room and turn on his fan and stand next to his crib. It’s like he knows the routine, and it always makes me smile. What a joy he is.
Easton is a giant. Seriously, the kid is huge. And he’s getting baptized this year. I am not old enough to have a child that’s old enough to be accountable. He can be so helpful with Logan, and he has a way with making him laugh just by looking at him. He’s the best. But he and Teagan fight like cats and dogs. They drive me crazy! And then they are best friends. I don’t get it.
We went to dinner last night for my angel mother’s birthday. All of my siblings and their spouses were there, and that was fun for all of us. We went to Outback for dinner and left the kiddies at home with G-ma Edgel and G-ma Bacleen. We gave my mom flowers, an Edible Arrangements basket, and a gift card. My mother is the saint of all saints. Seriously, we would be lost without her.
Well I’m off to bed. I have pictures to post, and hopefully I can get to that this week. Life will settle down, it has to!
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