Movin'

Alex is getting excited that we are moving.  It doesn't hurt that my parents brought two Jeeps worth of boxes to our house last Saturday, so we have stacks of boxes for him to play in.  You'd think at least some of those boxes would have things packed in them already since we are moving in 23 days.  You would think that and you would be mistaken.  That's what after Thanksgiving is for, right?

Anywho, last night he walked out of the kitchen telling me he'd be right back, but he needed to do some packin'.  He came back in about 10 minutes later with four small boxes stacked up, each with anywhere from 3-7 toys inside.  And that's when he told me he needed to start packing now, because he wanted to make sure we didn't forget any of his toys.  Priorities:  set.

Good Decisions

Alex and I headed to Farm and Fleet yesterday to get him some snow boots.  Good plan, until I remembered Toy Land at this particular store.  So I made a deal with him.  If he was patient and tried on all the boots I wanted him to try and all the gloves I wanted him to try, he could look at every single toy.  And man did he keep his end of the bargain.  He was so good in fact, he even got me to buy him a small tractor with a plow type trailer thingy.

On the way home, he asked if we could play outside so he could dig up some dirt with his new tractor.  Ummm...yeah.  It was 21 degrees and windy.  No outside.  But, we can put some flour in a pan and you can drive it around in that.  And here is where I say I am either the greatest mom in the world, or the dumbest mom in the world.  Whatever, flour cleans up.  And when you add a little corn meal to it, it's not nearly as dusty.

Dream Big

Last night at bedtime:

"Mom?  Can you wrap me up?  Like with a big part of my blanket under me and then some over me too."
"Sure, like you're in a sleeping bag?"
"YES!  Can you go to the grocery store tomorrow and get me a Packer's sleeping bag?  Wait.  Pfffft.  The grocery store doesn't have sleeping bags! HA!"
"You're right, it doesn't, but maybe I will be able to find you one somewhere else.  Or maybe you will get one for Christmas."
"OH!  Can you write a note to Santa?  You write my name and the sleeping bag and I'll write the number 4 so he knows I'm 4."

And then this morning at 6:15:

"Mom?  Moooom?  MOM!"
"What's up bud?"
"So when you go to the grocery store to get my sleeping bag, can you also get a new garbage truck for me?  I know I have a garbage truck, but I don't like that one anymore, and I want a new garbage truck that has a forklift because that's what I was dreaming about; a garbage truck with a forklift.  Can you find that for me?"

End scene.

Sick Dog

I don't know about you, but after a long week of insanely busy work, my super duper favorite thing to come home to on a Friday afternoon is 7 puddles of dog poo on the living room floor.  It was like a long line of dog shit stepping stones from the front door to the kitchen door.  7 of them.  And I know there were 7 because Alex kept counting them for me.  "Mom!  Aiden got sick.  But her sick was poop!  Look there's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7!!"  Yes, thank Captain Observant, now please go in your room while I try not to vomit whilst scraping half-liquid/half-dried poo off the living room floor.

I have no clue what she got into, but holy man.  The gas coming out of that dog could be used in chemical warfare.  She woke me up three times Friday night to go outside.  She seemed to be on the mend Saturday, but then pooped on the floor Sunday night.  And then last night, around 2am, she crawled into our bed and she smelled so bad I was forced to get up and check things out.  At least this time it was only 2 small spots.

So, in an effort to save my soon to be sold living room floor, the little stink bomb is with me at the office.  My coworker claims she isn't bombing his desk as badly as mine, but I have a sneaking suspicion he's just being nice.  Fingers crossed the rice and chicken diet clears things up soon!

Game on.

I am so busy at work, it's a little nutty.  Bullet point presentation:

• Alex is back at day care after another day home.  
• We had an inspection of our house last night and as long as he didn't find something horrendous we don't know about, we should be good to go with selling.
• We put in an offer on a new house, got a counter offer, and will most likely accept that counter offer after some verbage tweaking.
• If everything goes as planned, we will close on both houses on Dec. 20th.  Sounds like a nice calm, not at all coming up super fast or in the middle of holiday chaos, date, don't you think?

Holy.  Guacamole.

Movin' On Up!

Well, we have accepted an offer on our house!  As long as the inspector doesn't find something drastically wrong on Wednesday, we will be moving in a little under 2 months.  To where are we moving you ask?  HA!  Why would we have figured that out yet?  We have looked at some houses and have second walk throughs scheduled for two of them, so hopefully one of the two will be our new home.

Ready? Go!

Sick/Work Day

Yesterday, Alex woke up with a tight chest and a nasty little cough.  It sounded different from other chest stuff he's had in the past so I kept him home, and we visited Dr. Treehouse, only to find out it was just a cold.  Sweet.  Here's my co-pay.

Anywho, working from home with Alex not totally down and out is not an easy task.  Luckily, this kid could watch episodes of Mighty Machines non-stop forever I think, so I was able to get some work done.  I wasn't able to get much work done however when I accidentally fell asleep with Alex during his nap for TWO HOURS.  Whoopsiedoodle!  I didn't feel super throughout the morning and had a headache that wouldn't quit, so I figured I would lay down for a hot minute to get him to sleep.  Hot minute/two hours...potato/potahto.

He's feeling better today, but still insisted on telling anyone that paused long enough for him to start talking that he had to stay home yesterday because his chest was really tight.  And then he would just stand there, basking in the sympathy and attention.

Stop!

This week has been crazy.

We signed with a realtor to get this house selling thing moving along and moving along it is.  We have had showings almost every day.  Which is great, but super exhausting.  Every time we have a showing, we have to make sure everything's clean and "staged," and get ourselves, Alex, and the dog out of the house for the time of the showing.  Luckily I work in a small casual office because the mutt's been coming with me to work a lot this week.

Add to that the crazy busy-ness that is the beginning of heating season at work, intermittent internet, and a doctor appointment for the beast and I'm pretty much done this week.

K, I think I'm done throwing myself a pity party.

Red Rooster Sauce

I learned a valuable lesson today:

Sriracha comes out of the bottle a whole lot faster when it hasn't been in the refrigerator than it does when refrigerated.

I had me some spicy Ramen for lunch today.

Personal Hygiene

Alex has been waking up and calling for me about once a night, pretty much every night for a while.  I know it's because I lay down with him until he falls asleep every night, but he isn't going to want me to snuggle him forever so I'm just taking what I can get.  At least that's the justification that has been getting the least amount of judgmental looks.  I know this is what is causing the problem because when he does wake up and summon me, he tells me he wanted me because he woke up and I wasn't there any more.

Anywho, last night, he called for me and I waited to make sure he wasn't just going to fall back asleep before I got down there.  By the third, "MOM!" I figured I better go.  I got to his room and he deployed his usual whimpery request for me to snuggle him.  I told him I had to go to the bathroom and would be right back.  I did have to go to the bathroom, but this also usually allows enough time for him to fall back asleep and in turn allows me to sneak back to my room.  Not so much this time.

I came back into his room to find him sitting on his bed with his hands folded in his lap.  I told him to lay down and he immediately and completely dead-pan responded, "I didn't hear the water."  Ummm, what?  What water?  He just kept saying he didn't hear the water.  Finally it hit me and I asked him if he was talking about the water from me washing my hands.  Yep.  That was it.  He was upset because I didn't wash my hands after going to the bathroom.

Listen kiddo, it's 4 in the morning and you brought me down here.  If I wanna snuggle you with pee hands, I'm gonna snuggle you with pee hands.  Go to sleep.

Details

Like pretty much every other person I know, I am not a fan of shaving my legs.  And the oncoming winter with it's cold weather and long pants and everything is not forcing me to keep up with that annoying task.  Whatever.

Last night, I was wearing cotton pajama pants and Alex climbed up in my lap at which point he promptly told me I needed new pajammies.  And why do I need new pajammies?  Because "the spikes" on my legs poke through this pair and were poking his legs.  Which, in turn, required a blanket between him and my legs, as well as one covering him.

Ya know...if he hadn't been naked, none of this would have been a problem.  Not my fault.

Crush That Candy!

This weekend, I finally joined the rest of the smartphone game playing world and downloaded Candy Crush.  This game is ridiculously addictive.  With everything going on with the house and work, I haven't had a ton of spare time, so game playing has not been high on my list.  But this past weekend of glorious laziness with my girlfriends allowed for it.  And now I can't stop thinking about it.  I wanna play all the time.

Last night, I even gave in and approved a second video for Alex because I figured I could sneak in some Candy Crush while I was sitting with him.  I think I may have a problem since as soon as I turned my phone on, Alex said, "Instead of playing that candy game, why don't watch this video with me?"

Fine.  But this candy ain't gonna crush itself kid.

On the way to daycare, from the back seat I hear:

"Mom....my hand smells terrible."

Ooooookkkkkk.