Blogged out and feeling guilty about it...

Okay, I admit it. I am blogged out. (I know, so soon!!!) I just get overwhelmed by how much time has elapsed, my thoughts go unconsolidated, and alas, it's merely too much to take on. This is exactly why journaling is where I left it...in my freshman college days! Anyhow, since it would be only fair, here is a reasonable update! A special thanks to Lynn for the kick in the pants and for always having a good chuckle on her blog. Also thanks to all who commented last time. I get giggles when I read your thoughts. Did I mention yay for me knowing great people?!

October...hmmm...cannot recall. That was too long ago although somewhere in the middle to late October, we (by this I mean "I") finally pulled off a move. I'm sure you would all be pleased to know that this is my final move...correction, final move where I'm doing ANY of the work. I told Paul if this happens again, it better be on somebody's dime 'cause this cutie despises moving! Throughout the process, I amazed myself with my own personal skill, strength, and endurance (I know, none of you questioned this...right?) and even successfully put together the baby crib which I was advised was beyond my mechanical capability. Check plus for me. Here are the boys asleep in their new home on the first night!

Late October...yes something about Halloween which we sort of skipped. Not entirely on purpose, but because our Bug doesn't really love Halloween. He'd rather not have to work for the candy. He will likely use our lackluster parental performance against us someday so we dressed him up, put T in his pajamas and went to Market Street where Bug promptly procured 11 pieces of lame candy and begged to spend the rest of the evening in Borders looking for a Pirate book. As you can see, T found the entire thing (see photo at top), very stimulating! We did also attend the Houston Symphony Orchestra's Hocus Pocus Pops event where Bug marched in the "Babes in Toyland costume parade."

Early November...Paul's law school buddy visited from MD. Email or call me if you'd like to hear more of my thoughts on this. :) I will say that I spent the weekend at home with the children, much like every other day of the week interspersed with little clips at my husband like ..."oh, really? A flea market?" That event alone took up 8.75 hours on Saturday and netted us two likely lead -based knock-off trucks, a bag of oranges from who knows where, and some nice "State of Texas" cuff links. If you'd like the cuff links ordered for someone on your Christmas list, send your request and $15 to me. :)

Mom & Dad have arrived. The good news is they are putting some order into the chaos of projects yet to be completed and we've spent lots of time and $ at the good ol' DIY store. Also, we have decided it is infinitely better to have your parents living with you than to be living with your parents!

Bug has been having some growing moments...also known as back talk your mama lots time. I don't really have any solutions for this and just sort of hope that he turns out alright in the end...yikes?????

T is still very smiley, but is off schedule, with a cold, and sleeping in my bed. Double Yikes!

The house...is a work in progress. Contractor comes tomorrow to repair all of the "popcorn" I excitedly scraped off without full comprehension of the repercussions. If you ever want to take on this task, just let me know first so I can give you some tips! If you are asking yourself, what is popcorn, then don't worry about it at all!

Future - headed to MD for the mid-end of November. I think with the exception of living out of a suitcase and bringing 20 bottles along, the trip should be nice. I plan to accomplish all that I did not accomplish while living there for the last oh, 12 years or so.

Just for fun, a paragraph on the weather. Happy Autumn to you all even though it is perhaps just now arriving in Houston. When we moved here, friends told me "you'll adapt." You don't really ever adapt to any heat, no matter where it is, but it is definitely livable, even six months out of the year, which is really why it's a big deal down here. Today it was 84 and 2 days ago when it was 70, we put on parkas and snow pants because it was so cold. We even had to drag ourselves out of the warm bed...that's right and put mittens on T. So I guess by adapt they mean you sort of acclimatize. You get used to hot and humid so when it's warm and dry, it feels cold! Come on down!

A solemn vow to be better....

Update...

We've had a lot going on the past couple of weeks. Mom came down to help us settle into our new house...which we still have not done, but progress has been made thanks to her expert assistance. We celebrated Paul's 30th Birthday by surprising him at work...it was a bit of a gamble, but in the end, we think it paid off nicely as his coworkers were so very nice to us and even found a way to get him out of court to come see us. This past Thursday, Bug who has been nagging us to get his training wheels off finally did and much to our surprise, took off like a wild man and hasn't looked back. All I can really say about that is again he surprises us at every turn. I think I was 6 or 7 when I learned how to ride a bike let alone without training wheels and of course a card carrying trip to the emergency room. (this was in the days before helmets). Anyhow, we still have a lot of work to do at the new house we promise pictures are on the way.

The odds.

First of all, a special shout out to Melissa and Lynn for commenting and Jenn and my Mom calling to make sure I would survive the insult of the MLO -- you guys are great! I do want to report that we should have keys to the house, inspite of the MLO sometime today.

Back to the original post..the odds. Okay, I admit (not that anyone could argue) that I do not have ANY real style. In fact, I'm the Mom who carries around the hospital issue plastic diaper bag. That was until this weekend. No, I was not fined by the fashion police for this outrage of decent style, but instead, while helping my son eat his pizza at a MAJOR wholesale warehouse food club that shall remain nameless, one wondering bird dropped his business right onto my diaperbag which was conveniently unzippered, but the inside contents were not compromised (including my wallet and cell phone). It apparently stains the bag and will forever look like a bird has dropped his business right on the diaperbag. The diaperbag is now useless. Whatever will I do? I think we're going to Target to remedy this, but honestly, aren't the odds of a bird pooping on YOUR diaperbag amidst thousands of square feet of retail astronomical? They say that's lucky...I guess lucky that I didn't spend a dime on the diaperbag that is now ruined. I think I'll pick up a cloth one...