This is probably not the longest break I've ever taken from writing on this blog but it's certainly the longest I've ever gone without reading or commenting on other blogs. I have no idea what's going on with anyone out there! How've ya'll been?
Life has had me by the hair and given me a good shake lately. "I'm busy!" is an understatement. We are living in the big house and it is fantastic but we're not exactly unpacked. The bare essentials are available to us indoors but lots of stuff remains in boxes in the garage. Makes me wonder if we need all that stuff (RIP George Carlin). I don't think we really miss most of it and it's possible I don't even know what's out there.
The old house is finally on the market as of a few days ago. While that lets Roger and me heave a sigh of relief, now we're just waiting, hoping, praying for an offer to come in, which isn't as physically stressful as getting the house ready but is kinda tough on the nerves. We've done all we can to freshen the place up and now what happens next is out of our hands. For a control freak like me, that's hard to take.
Work has been non-stop and while it (in addition to raising the kids) leaves almost no time for anything else, it's been so enjoyable. I'm lucky to get paid to do what I love. But it would be nice to take a break. Don't see that happening any time soon though.
Waylon got his Prevnar shot last week and, like all the other vacs he's received, what it really shot was his sleep pattern. He sleeps terrible for 4-5 nights after he receives them. And, because he's on the alternate vac schedule, that means we go through a crappy week at least once each month. Not fun, but I guess it's a small price to pay for the peace of mind I get from not giving him the shots all at once. He'll be six months old tomorrow and I haven't been able to fully process that, what with the move and everything else. It just can't be that six months have passed. They have truly been the most difficult six months of my life in terms of the stress and changes we've all been through but I wouldn't change a thing. He is big and broad and smiley and full of laughter and he never stops moving. I never knew that having a son would open my heart this way.
Delaney loves going to school three days a week (mom's kind of fond of it too). She had a few rough days transitioning from the old house to two weeks at nana & papa's house but once we moved into the big house she adapted wonderfully even though she caught a nasty cold. She loves her bedroom and her new playroom and outdoor playscape. She goes up and down the stairs with ease. And we no longer have a baby monitor in her room since we moved it to Waylon's room (this was a weird and big step for me because we've always had one in her room and not hearing my baby girl sigh in her sleep was unsettling for a night or two).
We are here, finally, in this house, making special new memories together. On our second night, after dinner, the four of us played in our new backyard. I sat with Waylon while Roger pushed Delaney on her swing. The heat of another south Texas summer day began to fade as a warm breeze blew around us, ushering in the beginnings of night. My heart flooded with a peacefulness and sense of complete satisfaction. This house, this kind of night, was why we'd worked so hard for so long, sacrificing weeks, really months, of family time. And it's only just the start of our wonderful, new life here together.