Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
I liken it to those last few weeks of pregnancy where you have the constant "is today the day?" feeling. So far, no baby, er...no bites on the house. In two weeks, we've had two showings. Granted, they've been to the same person, but alas, our house is still for sale. In those two weeks, I've convinced myself twice that our house was about to sell and stayed awake for hours in the middle of the night worrying/daydreaming/agonizing over the details of this supposed sale. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF???
In between my constant tidying up and cleaning-in case the house does show-we've managed to have a great time outside. Thank the Lord the weather has been nice. I even broke out B's seersucker bloomer shorts. I know what you're thinking...tisk, tisk, it's not even Easter yet. Banks is very interested in "durt". Especially the digging in and moving of said dirt. Here he and Buford are taking a break from such hard dirt moving work.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
My neighbor just knows how to handle mom situations. While I'm waving my white flag she is calmly dealing with her screaming baby and four year old (and mind you she's pregnant with her third). She's creative in her language, calm and direct. She knows the "right" things to say while I'm still trying to figure out how to say what I want to say so an 18 month old can understand it.
And, whatever type of mom I was before, let's say, four days ago, is completely different from the mom I am now. I'm not sure what has happened but someone crept in in the middle of the night Thursday night and replaced my loving, social toddler with a demon. It is officially safe to say that the terrible two's have hit and WOW was I under prepared. He asks for milk. I give it to him. He stomps and cries. For twenty minutes. Then I take the milk away and he stomps and cries for twenty minutes. Rinse and repeat with various scenarios. At first, since my parents were here, I tried frantically (and to no avail) to please him: here's this puzzle, let's read a book, let's play with your barn. Nothing worked. The word "no" prevails at our house. So now I'm just ignoring him, but let's be honest, there's just so much wailing this mom can listen to before she feels the need to guzzle a whole bottle of wine. Ugh, so not the mom I wanted to be...the one who just does whatever she has to do to make it through the day. But realistically, that's the name of the game for now. I keep reminding myself that "this too shall pass." Let's just pray it passes quickly.
He requested to wear this particular hat and boots. Whatever keeps the peace at this point.
The only picture of my parents with Banks I was able to get the entire weekend.