This weekend was SO beautiful. The temperature has dropped to the “lovely” stage and someone sucked the humidity out with a straw. I know there will be more nastiness to come, as happens in the south, but I am LOVING these days (even 10 degrees lower would be ideal for my pregnant-furnace of a body).
We took Courtney to her first ever nerds and geeks parade, also known as DragonCon. It was quite entertaining for the adults, I have to wonder what Courtney thought of it. I can say that she hasn’t been exposed to much any science fiction so it had to be a little odd for her. Or not. But Courtney did get into it and seemed to find it all quite fascinating. Of course, the fountain she played in before the parade and all the babies she saw during the event were equally as fascinating to her and we probably could have just gone to the park or something. Then we wouldn’t have seen things like this:
Our pool went from bath tub water icky warm to frigid in the matter of 2 weeks or so. Courtney still can’t get enough pool but she definitely prefers not to get her face wet. I mean, she will, but there’s a lot of eye rubbing and hair swiping when she comes up.
Update: Our closing didn’t happen. Or isn’t happening. I don’t know what the deal is. Maybe Thursday or Friday? WTF people.
Today we close on our current home, it won’t be ours anymore as of 1:00 today. It’s kind of sad. We’re super excited for our new place and can’t wait to get it fixed up and start the next chapter. Despite the rodents and the damn driveway, this house has been good to us and this is where we have started our family. I’ll be sad when we leave. The incredibly fabulous news is that the buyer has offered us the opportunity to rent back a little bit longer, which is SUCH a HUGE relief. We were looking at potentially having a few weeks of living in my SIL’s basement with a toddler and a newborn. We were even talking about after living in the basement for a week or two, living in their lake house for another week or two (we hadn’t actually discussed this with them) so we could have a roof over our heads. When the buyer was here the other day and said we could stay longer, it took everything I had not to burst out into tears of relief on the spot. Literally. I’m sure all the young, single guy needed was some hysterically pregnant and blubbering lady in his soon to be kitchen to make him change his mind. Of course, in celebration of renting our own house, the dog barfed on the carpet, twice. At 7am of different days. Maybe I shouldn’t even be talking about this, I hate to jinx us. Fingers crossed!
