December's been good. Evan had a handful of vacation days left to use this year, so he has been home a couple days each week for the last couple weeks, which has been wonderful. It's freed me up to go grocery shopping with just Thomas and even by myself once. It's such a blessing to have him around during the day and the boys just go crazy for it.
There's been a lot of this going on:
And a lot of this:
Micah is actually pretty stoked that Isaiah got a LeapPad for Christmas because that means he gets to play the Explorer a lot more now. He loves watching the Letter Factory video and is starting to learn his letters.
December has been delightfully uneventful. By comparison, 2 years ago today I was in the
hospital after gallbladder surgery. And just last year, I was starting to suspect
I might be pregnant. Wow, just typing that sentence had my eyes watering up a little. You know, I still haven't even thrown out the tests I took. It's crazy, I know. Who in their right mind hangs on to pee sticks for a year? I just haven't been able to bring myself to do it. I've had them in my hands several times, ready to just toss them in the trash, but I've always looked at those pink lines for just a second and that has been enough to make me put them right back in the medicine cabinet, tucked safely behind my deodorant. I just can't do it. I brought this up to Evan the other day and he chuckled for a moment and then I asked the question I've been avoiding, but I had to know....once and for all. "We're done, aren't we?" He paused for the briefest of seconds and that was all it took to start the waterworks. While the drops fell silently down my face, he explained that he loves our boys so much and is so happy with the way our family is now, but that he really strongly feels we are done. I guess I was still holding out hope that maybe a few years down the road, perhaps when Thomas is 3 or 4, we might consider one more child. Looks like I can put that idea to rest and start getting rid of the clothes as Thomas out-grows them. Hard for me. Looks like those pee sticks will be staying put for a while.
No plans with us for New Years Eve. Heck, I'll be lucky if I'm even able to stay awake until midnight. Last night we stayed up until 11:30 watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory and my eyes were burning. Considering I have to work at 8:00 the next morning, I think I'll just have to be content to stay up long enough to see the ball drop.
So what's going on in 2012? Wow. A lot, hopefully. Despite the slowdown of the winter, we're hopeful that the coming months will show an increase in interest and traffic on our house and that we'll get the sale we've been praying for. Evan has to start driving to his new location 4 days per week within a few weeks, so we're anxious to get the house sold and move to our new city. It's so scary, but it's a change I think we'll end up enjoying once the massive stress of it all dies down.
In 2012, my boys will turn FIVE, three, and one. Oh mylanta.
In 2012, we will celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary.
In 2012, we will move to a brand new city where we know a total of TWO people (outside of Evan's work, that is).
In 2012, I will have to leave the job I love and go on the hunt for a new one. Boo.
In 2012, I will rekindle my scrapbooking hobby. I don't care how busy I am. I absolutely must make time to document these memories. Project Life is wonderful for this, but I really miss the experience of traditional scrapbooking.
It's going to be a biggie.
In case I don't see ya, Happy New Year!
