So this weekend we went to see Mom and Marcus for her birthday- 39 again! Yay!
Anyway, we had a little shopping to do and she generously offered to take Gage with her so I would only have the girls. She had to go to a furniture store and I was a little worried about Gage and expensive decor, but it turned out okay... She was browsing around the store and he kicks back on this fancy leather chaise, put his hands behind his head and relaxes for a few minutes. She walks back by and he looks at her, face serious, and asks, "So... can I call you Debbie?"
Mom says, "How about just grandma for now?"
"Grandpa calls you Debbie."
Flawless logic. So simple- it is a solution that could only be reached by a child.
About the rest of us- we are all hanging in there. Now that the Parade and the move are over, I have been trying to get the house so it really feels like WE live there. Translation: less fuss, more mess, fewer breakables. Oh, and toys everywhere.
Also, you may have heard there is a housing slump and the economy is down. This has been kind of a hard time for us. I should include something tender and clever how this is a growing time and it will make us better people, but it's still too raw for me to be philisophical just yet. It's rough. The winter was long and hard and things generally get lots better in the summer, but this summer is an exception- it's still hard but now it's just hot. And dry.
We have had two families interested in buying the house since we've moved in, but the deals fell through at the last minute.
I know, how could I want to move again? Umm, I don't, but we live inside our own money tree.
I know lots of you are also having a hard time right now... Everyone who has anything to do with the construction industry feels like things have completely tanked. It's a crappy deal. I don't have answers either.
If no one hears from me for any extended period of time, don't panic. Maybe it just means we've found a buyer and have moved again. Or sold our computer (ha ha)! And that's the end of my novel...