Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Updates and stuff


Sorry it's been so long since we've posted anything! We've been busy trying to sell our house, trying to get adjusted to living in a teeny tiny apartment, and just enjoying our time with Colden.

I meant to start writing a blog when I got pregnant, but I just didn't do it. I have more time now since I get to stay home with Colden, so I thought better late than never!

We are FINALLY going to sell our house (YAY!). We're supposed to close on August 18th. Chris talked to our realtor today and he said the inspection went great. I'm not going to get super excited about it until we sign the papers because I'm convinced something is going to fall through. I CANNOT WAIT to get out of this apartment. Between the kids that live above us and my bruised body, I'm about to lose my mind. There are four college kids living above us and they just got a puppy a few months ago. Of course they never walk the dog, and when they get tired of him, they just stick him on the balcony. He barks and barks until one of them opens the sliding glass door and screams, "Shut up [enter cussword here]!" and slams the door shut. They've woken us up numerous times, but thank goodness they've never woken up Colden (during the night at least...naptime is a different story). My bruised body comes from constantly running into things. There's about a foot between the back of the couch and the "bar" in the kitchen, about the same distance between the footboard of our bed and the armoire, and if we pull out one of the chairs at the table in the "dining room", it blocks the hallway to the bedrooms/bathrooms. I'm always in a hurry as it is, but chasing a one year old around trying to catch him before he sticks a piece of dog food in his mouth is really taking a toll on me. I'm covered with bruises. Chris said he's going to start making me wear pants and long sleeved shirts so people won't think he's beating me.

I think Chris is really enjoying his job here. He's on call less and they don't do quite as many cases as in Dallas because they don't do transplants here. He also only has to cover 2 hospitals instead of 4 or 5. I know Colden and I have loved having him home more. We've just been doing the family thing...taking Colden to the park, taking Colden swimming, letting Colden play with the vacuum cleaner...wait, what? Yes, the vacuum cleaner. This boy has an OBSESSION with vacuum cleaners. He calls it "dah." As a matter of fact, it's the first thing he asked for when he got up from his nap this afternoon. Not "mama" or "dada", but "dah", as he points to our room where we keep it. He's terrified of it when it's turned on, but it's all he wants to play with when it's just sitting there. He's very cautious though...he never turns his back on it and won't play with it unless one of us is sitting there with him. I mean, let's not be ridiculous...you never know when it will just turn on and suck you into the nothingness.

Colden turned 15 months old on the 29th. He's not walking...he is RUNNING. I thought I was in fairly good shape. I was incorrect. I don't know how he has so much energy. Maybe it's the 13 hours of sleep he gets every day, maybe there's some kind of super power in turkey dogs (his favorite) that I don't know about. He says mama, dada, lola (this is what we call Chris's mom), words resembling juice and cracker, and MANNY (which is a combination of our dogs' names, Maci and Annie). He makes a clicking noise with his tongue for toothbrush/toothpaste, says "me" for ball, slaps his chest for papaw (my dad), and makes this clicking sound in the back of his throat for punkin (my mom). We're teaching him sign language and he knows around 20 signs now. He is so smart it's scary. Anyway, here are a few pictures of him.