This post is more for far away family or my own memory, but feel free to read on. Obviously our life is insanely fascinating.
The other day I had someone from housing here to look at the dishwasher. It's like it's not firing on all cylinders or something. He determined the previous tenants had used a lye-based solvent in there and pretty much ruined it (so don't do that, people!) and has ordered me a new dishwasher.
I sent Erik an update via text.
S: We're getting a new dishwasher! :)
E: Happy day!
E: When does she arrive?
Erik has done an inter-post (maybe that's what it's called) transfer and started working some SERIOUS hours. At the last unit he was gone a lot, but when he was home, he was HOME. Not so with this. We've pushed back dinner to 6P instead of 5:30 which means bedtime is now a little later. I am not ready for this!
Piper is dropping her nap, I think. I am also not ready for this!!
When I moved Nash out of my room in March-ish or April, I moved the big kids in together. Holy. Crap. We got them bunk beds, but P is still in her crib, so we call the bottom bunk Grammies bed for obvious reasons. And yes, she's three. She stays in there. So we're riding this wave allllllll the way to shore. They sit up there for at least an hour fussing at each other, throwing crap back and forth, saying naughty words (their favorite is "poopabutt" don't ask me why) and singing old Alabama songs. It's cute. Or it was for awhile. Grant tries to correct the grammar and the song just doesn't work.
I got myself an activity tracker so I didn't sit for long spells at a time. I walk somewhere between 8k and 10k steps a day without any added effort. And here's what - the stupid thing doesn't register steps taken while pushing a stroller (like to and from school) or pushing a grocery cart (and I feel like I live at the grocery store...). So I got a little contraption to attach it to my shoe instead of my wrist. This also gives me permission to stay in my work out clothes all day and not waste precious nap time on showering. Sorry, husband.
After Nashie's birthday "party" here at home, we were still full from lunch but needed to top the kids off before bed. Erik fished an MRE out of the back of the car and gave the kids a tutorial. It was hilarious. HOLY CRAP they're well thought out. And tastier than expected.
Grant is playing fall soccer. His team is the Ninja Turtles. When he found out their jersey's were going to be green, he suggested they call themselves the Pine Needles. Is that not the cutest thing you've ever heard? Love that guys mind!
We have made some neighborhood friends and many of us gather on one moms driveway several days a week to play outside after school. This has been amazing. The moms sit and chat and the kids cavort. It has lead to our kids playing outside upwards of two hours a day. For some reason, I feel like this makes me a super excellent mom. The only thing that's missing from the scenario is wine.
Piper is finally becoming trustworthy. I can leave her alone downstairs while I come up and shower or blog, or pay bills or whatever. This is a brand new thing. Even last month she would have taken the opportunity to steal a snack bar and stuff it in her face under the coffee table. She's really getting big.
I am getting a new nephew like ANY DAY and I AM BESIDE MYSELF WITH EXCITEMENT. It's harder to wait for a baby that isn't yours, I think. I am so excited to have a baby to love on without doing all the work, but I'm afraid that the first time I hold this new little bundle I'm going to realize how big Nash really is and have a nervous break down. Stay tuned for overly excited, ridiculous aunt bragging posts ANY DAY!
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