It's hard to believe that's been a full month and a half since I've written a blog post. I don't think I have ever gone that long without writing! But since having Jax, and bringing the girls home from daycare, I find most of my thoughts and anecdotes have been reduced to a line or two shared on Facebook. I just don't seem to have the energy these days to actually sit down and compose a whole paragraph, let alone an entire post! So let me break down the last 6 weeks for you:
The God Complex
Gracie and I have had many conversations lately about God, heaven, and angels. I'm not sure if it's a stage and age thing, or if my girl is just naturally spiritual, but she seems awfully interested in everything I can't answer! We had a very lengthy conversation about the angel, Sarah, who apparently visits her at night. Sarah is a lady who got really old and then died, and who visits Gracie late at night and early in the morning. Gracie tells me that Sarah is her angel. And I'm not going to lie, it creeps me out, just a little bit!
Gracie is also quite certain that God is a girl. She started Sunday School classes this year, and comes home every week with lots of questions. Most I can handle, but I didn't expect the disagreement she feels about the fact that God is a boy. She says it's not fair for both Jesus and God to be boys and, therefore, God must be girl. Gracie now refers to God as "she." As in, "Does God send the snow to us? She's pretty awesome for doing that!" Ahhh, my little feminist!
The Mommy-Daughter Date
I had the pleasure of taking Gracie and Ella on our first official mommy-daughter date. The girls usually enjoy those dates with their dad (daddy-daughter dates), so I was very excited to announce that I would be taking them on one. It wasn't terribly well received at first. I got a couple "are you sure you don't mean daddy date?" and even a "why can't dad take us instead, and you can stay home with Jax?" But as the days went by they got more and more excited. My church was hosting a family movie night, showing Frozen, which I hadn't seen before. When Friday night came, we got dressed in our jammies, stuffed my purse full of leftover Halloween candy, and headed to the church. When we pulled in, Ella said to me "Mommy, we always come here. I don't think this counts as a mommy-daughter date!" followed by Gracie saying, "It's okay mommy, I'm sure you can do better next time." We ended up having a pretty great time, and ate 3 bowls of popcorn (free popcorn tastes so much better than $10 popcorn!!). And, by the way, Frozen is a pretty rockin' movie!!
The Boy
The Boy, also known lovingly as Jax, Jax-man, Little Man, and Dicky-Bird (that last one must be a Newfie thing and, for the record, I hate it!). Oh yeah, and Sticky-Bird, cause the girls can't figure out what Danny is saying. Anyway, Jax is now a whopping 18-pound, 5-month old baby. He sits, and screams, and oohs and ahhs, and keeps us all entertained! At least a few times a week, Gracie or Ella say to me, "Mommy, Jax is the perfect little brother. Just what I always wanted!!" Today Ella asked me if I could, pretty please, go back to the hospital and bring home another boy so Jax could have a friend. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and said "Absolutely. NOT!" It's kind of wonderful passing through every crappy baby stage and knowing that this is the last time we have to deal with it. No more breastfeeding, no more 3-times-a-night feedings, no more 1-time-a-night feedings. We just get to look forward to rolling, crawling, walking, talking, and all the good things to come!
Here he is at five months... such a looker!!
The House
Last night we had our real estate agent into the house... having a look at the house, and telling us what still needs to be done to get ready to sell. We have a list already of things that need to be done; kitchen flooring, framing the bathroom mirror, repairing broken tiles, painting baseboards, painting, cleaning, and decluttering. Our agent agreed with our list, and told us he really wanted to have the house listed by the end of January, early February at the latest. That's 10 weeks from now. Less Christmas, means around 8 weeks. It's crazy. I've been walking around the house all day, just staring at things, making mental lists of things to do. It's going to be a crazy 10 weeks! But I am looking forward to renting a storage locker and emptying this house of crap. Maybe some stuff will get "lost" on the way to storage, and I wont have to find a new home for it in our new home. I'm looking forward to painting, to cleaning, and freshening the house up. And I'm looking forward to selling this house and moving to a new, fresh, clean house. It's going to take a lot of elbow grease, and a lot of wine, to get through the next 10 weeks. Challenge accepted!
The End
That's it for now... that's all I have the energy to write tonight. I've missed sharing the stories of my children, especially since everything that comes out of their mouths is hilarious. With all the chaos that is sure to take place in the next two months, I know I will have some stories to tell. Here's hoping my fingers and brain can keep up with it all, and I can begin sharing their hilarity again!
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