Coming soon!

So we met with our realtor today. Eek! The stress is not as high as I thought it would be at this moment in time but it has gone into overdrive. Tomorrow we will have a "Coming Soon" sign in our yard. Drew and I will spend Monday fixing the cracks that have returned since the last crack treatment we did when we first moved in 3 1/2 years ago. On Tuesday we will paint and sand those areas. As soon as that is done and the house is washed, the "For Sale" sign will go up. Janice wants the sign up as soon as we can get it up. We are willing to go ahead and make the big move now and just have a few pieces of furniture ( bed, rib, couch, chair,rug, and table) in an apartment or rental house. Also, all the other residents that will be leaving at the same town will have their houses on the market by March so she wants to be the only house on the market. Sooo it begins......

We ventured to Lowes after we picked Chuck up from school today and picked up a few things that we needed. Chuck decided he would try out the potties. I think he was some what confused on why there were so many toilets. At one point he stopped, looked around at all the toilets and just kind of giggled to himself.

Alrighty, I am going to lay in bed an enjoy the fact that I don't have to go to work on Monday. I may not get to sleep in and I still will be painting, etc but not dealing with 22, 7 years olds sounds perfect.

4 more hours!

Four more hours with my students and then I don't have to see them for two weeks! We will start our traveling next the 21 or 22 to Arkansas and spend Christmas Day in Jackson and then head to Mobile so there won't be much time for rest.

We are meeting with our realtor tomorrow to discuss anything we need to get ready to put the house on the market and also talk about time frame ( as in when this baby is going to have a sign in front of it). I am looking forward to moving but it is going to be sad to see the sign in the front yard. Just thinking about it while I type makes me a little nervous and teary eyed. I'm going to miss the ladies on the street. We have all become very close and kind of have our own little group. Our "porch sitting" group that has slowly changed to our "porch sitting while the others chase their child around the yard" group.

Bittersweet. Our first little home has been so good to us.

Chuck Chuck is fighting some mean coughing. He has made it to school everyday. I am actually shocked that I have not been called about a fever or anything like that. He just doesn't seem to be getting better. His poor eyes are red around them and you can tell he just doesn't feel as awesome as he usually does. The weird weather might be to blame. It has been very mild the last few days. I think tomorrow it is supposed to get chilly.

Dr. has to work this weekend so I am racking my brain as to what Chuck and I are going to get into. He needs to have a day just to lay around but you know this child has no idea how to do that.

Not any pics from around here but I will give you just one. One with no meaning at all. Just your typical Chuck with a little haircut while taking an orange bath.... we love just love bath fizzers.

Speaking tongues?

The newest thing Chuck is doing lately is talking in sentences. He has started putting words together and most of the time you are trying to keep up with him and have no idea what in heavens name he is talking about. He sounds something like this....

"Iklf kdjig izspwpeo hat dklfjlsidj go slkdfj lksdfj yellow."

He is completely talking craziness with his words he can say mixed in ( which I started making a list the other day and then quit because there are sooo many). I have absolutely no idea what was happening in the bath but the child had a whole conversation with me and I didn't understand one word. Which is not typical because we are a one word kind of guy.

The other day Dr. picked Chuck up from school so I could go to a PTA meeting. While they were playing, Chuck looked at Dr. and said "Mama go, Dada". I guess he meant that since Mama wasn't here then that meant Dada was.

Anyways, our new word for today is "deer" ( with our hands on the head for antlers.)

And also, you know the skin was taken off the hand by the wagon at daycare. We have a nice bright pink scar ( the whole size of his hand) that Dr. said will be there for at least a year. Did you know that everyday that little boy looks at his hand and comes to find me to tell me he has a boo boo and that I need to kiss it for him. Sweet boy. Oh, and today he insisted that I sit in his lap on the sofa. INSISTED. And he rubbed my back while I sat in his lap. What a little nurturer.

Peekaboo

So apparently Chuck had some work he had to get done over the weekend.

Our gingerbread house attempt failed miserably. Our primary mission was to eat as much candy as we could and by the time that was done, we lost all interest in the house. The 8 pieces of candy that WERE on the house are not necessarily there anymore. I've been trying to figure out who the culprit is. I think I found him....

Daddy time

Daddy being home means that Daddy is growing on us.

Chuck and daddy shop for my Christmas present ( I think).

Daddy and Chuck eat Thai food.

The only way I can vacuum is if I carry Chuck around in one arm. It is impossible to vacuum with one arm and 30 pounds in the other. If I do not hold him, he flips his SH$%. So even though I can't vacuum, he is ok with him vacuuming. So our newest little game is..... Chuck gets out the vacuum cleaner, mom drops hole puncher holes all over the rug, and Chuck vacuums them up. I have no idea why he doesn't mind vacuuming but he won't let me. The other day when he first decided to play with the vacuum, he figured out how to turn it on and off. THen, he wanted to know where all the stuff was going and he actually tried to look down the tube ( while it was on). This resulted in his check being sucked into the tube which was a pretty funny sight. He freaked but it was quite funny from this side of things.

Tomorrow morning we are venturing across the street to decorate our gingerbread house. I will make sure I get some pictures. Daddy has to go into work early tomorrow afternoon and will be gone for two days so he can bring home some extra bacon.

Gone Crazy

I had my observation. The first one that I have had in four years. My mom said I shouldn't say I hate my kids on my blog. I don't hate them ALL but there are quite a few that I don't like and if someone reads this on the blog, I would welcome a termination letter.

I know I can't be given a termination letter for my own child but surely he could consider letting me sit down for a second when we first get home.

It's cold here. I am grumpy. I can't find our heaters to heat the cold rooms so that means the felines will be roaming the house howling all night. My pipes better not freeze tonight or I will go schizophrenic and I'm ok with that because I obviously deal with it on a daily basis.

Jumping Chuckers

Okay, okay....

So I am having my observation tomorrow..... I think, I hope, I don't know. Geez, this is killing me. To prep for three formal evaluations and have them all rescheduled is nothing short of insanity in the brain. Ugh.

Continued craziness is what has been going on around here.

Chuck's new thing is taking the cushions of the couch and using it like a trampoline... where this kid comes up with these ideas is beyond me.....

He also has a grand time playing with Samer until Samer gets mad and tries to bite Chuck. Breaks little Chuck's heart every time.

We do have our tree up and the score is now Chuck 6, Ornaments 0. He hasn't tired to open any presents but had his feelings hurt when we wrapped up a baby doll. Yes, my child likes baby dolls and his favorite color is pink.

And we are still working on our dance moves....

We have gotten to see daddy about 30 minutes ( which is huge!) everyday so daddy is really growing on Chuck and he is starting to get used to him and will let daddy do things for him.

This Saturday, we will be going across the street to construct our gingerbread house. I will go ahead and apologize to the marshmallow snowmen for building them slums to live in.

Ok, back on track for my observation.