Tonight we gave Sophie cereal for the first time. She’s back to nursing every two hours and she stares us down when we’re eating. Poor kid acts starved, so we did it. Even though I kind of wanted to delay it, because she's most likely my last baby, but... she LOVED it! I was amazed. I think Izzy was a few weeks older when we started him, and he was WAY bigger, but he pushed it out and acted bemused at best for the first couple of weeks. After the very first bite, Sophie grabbed my hand for every bite, and pushed it towards her mouth. Barely any came back out, and toward the middle of the feeding, she started opening her mouth wide for the spoon! We were just truly amazed.
I’m also planning on going to underwear for Izzy tomorrow. He’s physically ready, I’m sure. He’s been dry of a morning for about 4 or 5 weeks now, with only one “accident” in that time. We’re still putting him in pull-ups though, because he ends up in our bed every night, and, quite frankly, I REALLY don’t like waking up in a puddle of his pee. He’s been doing really great in the pull-ups lately, and he usually just goes in them a couple of times a day now. I think if he felt uncomfortable that wouldn’t keep happening, so I’m biting the bullet and giving it a shot starting tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Both of them are growing up so fast. It just seems like yesterday that we started Izzy on rice cereal and tonight he sat happily eating a bowl of Cheerios while we fed Sophie. Bittersweet times, for sure.
On to the house update. We had an open house today. We came in late last night and busted our butts to get things spic and span. Put poor old Crony Bob in a box taped shut with duct tape, and loaded him, the kids, and the dogs all into the van for a visit to Aunt Nancy's while strange people poked around in our home. Except that none came. That's right. Nobody but the realtor filling in for our realtor who forgot he had a wedding when he scheduled our open house. She had left when we got back (we were back about a half hour after the end of the open house) and she didn’t leave us a note or anything, but the flyers with our house info were left on the table. There are ten of them, and I’m sure that’s all she brought. Plus, under the stack was a sign-in sheet for visitors that was blank. Sucks to be us.
Chris said I am nuts - I don’t want to move/sell this house, but I was horribly offended that no one wanted to buy it. That’s it exactly. I know we HAVE to move because of the price of gas, but I love this little house. It’s a great neighborhood, and the view out our front window is just lovely. Plus it was my babies’ first home.
The whole time we were in Baltimore this week, Izzy kept going to the door, once carrying his suitcase, saying, “I home!” Poor little fella. Then when we turned onto the road that leads to our house, I told him we were finally almost home, and he said, “My house!” I feel so bad for him that as soon as he develops an attachment to this place, we’re going to jerk it out from under him. Of course, that might be a little projection there too.
It’s been listed for 15 days now, and we’ve had four people come look at it, so I think that’s pretty good. We do have it listed a little high, but neither of us are in a huge hurry to move, and we really need to make some money off this place to buy a new one.
I hate moving too. This is an insanely LIVED in house. There’s barely a square inch that doesn’t reflect this family in some manner. Especially in the hallway, where Izzy colored his first wall, and I don’t have the heart to wash it off. It’s going to take me six months to pack all this crap. I’ve started a few boxes, but it’s hard to pack up when you’re still living here, you know?
Speaking of packing up, let's move on to my baby sister. She's all moved in, up in Baltimore. She lives in Owings Mills. VERY nice place. So nice in fact, that I stayed an extra week to help her out. Had a great time doing it too. Can't wait to go back for a visit. Her place is so cool. Reminds me of my place before kids. *sigh* It's usually worth it, though. But one of the great heartbreaks of my life was when my niece Maddie, who has a great eye for design, told me that she now liked Aunt Crystal's house the best, because it was cooler. Ouch. Still hurts to think about it.
She was quite sad when we left. She had already said goodbye to Izzy once, back here in WV, so she was just crying a little when she said goodbye to him again. But Sophie broke her heart. She knows that she’ll be soooo different when she sees her again, even if it’s just in a month. And she’s worried that Sophie won’t remember her. And she won’t. But I told Crystal that Sophie doesn’t even remember me when I walk out of the room, so not to worry so much. But I understand where she’s coming from.
It’s so weird being here without her. I’m going to miss her something fierce. My whole family, minus Izzy and my 19 month old nephew Noah, went to move her. We all went to the Rainforest Cafe and when we were leaving there was one of those photo booths! Us three girls had had a strip made about 15 years ago, so we got one made again. Only this time we could choose a caption - we chose “Best Friends.”
That's enough of the sappy stuff, onto more mindless banter. Have you tried the new Triscuits? Olive oil and Rosemary? One word: yumola. Seriously addictive. And especially good with Kraft Cracker Barrel Extra Sharp White Cheddar cheese. I know, I know...but it's really very good cheese, I swear!
Okay, that's enough for one night, but I had to make up for the week I was gone! Now I'm taking my Maryland-induced cold and hitting the sack. Good night!!
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