Despite its initial signs of promise, the new approach to naptime with Micah is failing miserably. He still isn't resting during that time and has now taken it upon himself to use that time to climb up into his brother's bed and drop his books to the floor like bombs. Oh, and when I went in there about five minutes ago, I found him with his shirt pulled down around his waist, using the wooden giraffe bank as a hammer to pound on the collapsed clothes hamper. Did I mention he also had a poopy diaper? Yup. Good times.
Our open house last weekend was a complete disaster and we didn't have a single person show up. Again. That makes 3 out of 5 open houses where we didn't have anyone come to look at our house. Considering how the clock has begun to tick very loudly in our ears, we had to make the difficult decision to break up with our agent. I hated doing it, but we're down to only a month and a half before we MUST have this house sold. We had to do something drastic. So, we met with our new agent on Wednesday and our first impression is that he's got the aggressive style we're looking for at this point in the game. I'm praying that this is the spark we needed to get this house sold....FAST. Still, it's stressful because I feel like we're starting all over again at square one. New agent, new photos, new listing, the whole nine yards. Only this time, we only have about 8 weeks to get it done instead of 11 months. Yikes.
Thomas is this close to busting out his first tooth. I can feel it and can see it hanging out just underneath the gum. He was awake at 4:15 am last night, soaking wet and crabby as all get-out. Baby's toofers hurt.
My blood pressure is probably running at a few notches higher than usual because I'm getting my very first tattoo tomorrow. I'm both excited and scared to death at the same time. I've been on the brink of calling to cancel my appointment about 15 times, but I didn't do it. I'm really hoping I don't chicken out at the last minute.
Isaiah's going though a little phase right now where every single teeny little thing prompts a massive whiny fit. He will jump up and down, stamp his feet, and send his voice up into an upper octave that would make Mariah Carey cringe. It's really quite the scene. I am just praying this is short-lived.
There's some other stuff that's weighing on my heart right now as well, but I'm not going to get into it on the blog. If you're the praying sort, just do me a small favor and take a second to ask God to guide my heart in the right direction and to give me the wisdom and patience I need to figure this stuff out. He'll know what you mean. :)
I do so love these little stinkers:
You know what? Even when I'm having a particularly tough day where it feels like I can't even put on my socks correctly, there is something I can count on to make me feel better.
This. When he walks through the door, I immediately feel better, even if it's just a little bit. Even after he's been at work all day and, on most days, in the car for a total of four hours, he is quick to give me the attention I crave. He never fails to make me smile, to say something to make me laugh, and to give me the embrace I need to feel loved or the space I need to regain my sanity. We're a great team, but it's more than that. It's going to sound so hokey, but I really don't feel complete without him. I'm a better parent, a better woman, and an all around better me when he's with me. I look forward to hearing that door open every night. No matter what shakeups life throws at us, I feel confident in knowing that we can handle it. We can make it through anything, as long as we have each other and the faith to remember that God has a plan, a plan for us to prosper and thrive.
Big stuff coming up in our world.
(All photos by Jenn Van Wyk Photography. Love her. Love her photos. Amen.)