Mark your territory

We are in the new house! It all worked out, 5 transactions in a few hours and amazingly it all worked. The house is officially ours and our old house is officially sold. Within the first hour of living here, our geriatric dog did a little sprinkle on the carpet. The girls not to be topped by a dog, followed suit. Ella apparently didn't make it to the potty quite in time because she was trying to decide which of the four potties to use, decisions, decisions. Poor little Claire got tangled up in her panties and slipped on the ceramic tile in one of the bathrooms. This resulted in a puddle, tears, a bruised knee, and several princess band aids. Who knew how slippery real tile vs. laminate could be!
Jeff and I need to get on the ball and mark our territory too. One good belly laugh or sneeze and I might be the next one!

suck-a-saurus

 

It is now up in the air if we close on our old house on Friday. We will close on the new house, but due to paperwork and relying on others to pull their head out of their...anyway. Needless to say, we would LOVE the money from the sale of our current house for the sale of the new one. The buyers are coming tomorrow to do a final walk through, we just found out yesterday. Our house is trashed. Boxes, piles, dust, oh my! I hope they are not expecting to see the "perfect" house that they walked through last week. I gave up on cleaning when the dirty moving boxes were drug out of the garage and landed on my freshly vacuumed carpet. Yes, I told Jeff to wipe them down, but you know how that goes. I really can't complain much, since he has to do the brunt of the work.

My attempt at giving up negativity for lent has not quite worked out, so under the circumstances I thought I would give up alcohol and sushi. I have had a prolonged lent. Seriously, since October and until July I will ignore my cravings for a dirty martini with olives and a perfectly pink slice of sashimi. I suffer, I really do...that MUST count for something.

Side-note: Jeff works from home and has embraced the dressed down, really down work week. The other day he had to go in for a presentation and Claire asked where Daddy was going. I told her that he was going to work, she looked up at me thoroughly confused and said, "But he is wearing a shirt!"

Cowboy Breakfast

This morning we headed out at 6:45 for the free cowboy breakfast. The girls had a great time. Ella was a bit moody and refused to dance with anyone. She pouted and scowled when asked to dance. Mornings are just not her thing and I made things worse by asking her to smile for pictures. Claire at least had fun. Afterward we went to the mall. The girls were good until we walked through the lingerie aisle at Macy's. Claire grabbed a leopard print double D bra put it on her head and shrieked,"Look Mommy, Boobies!" Ella not one to be topped by her little sister, discovered a lovely fire red thong and lassoed it around her head giggling. I couldn't help but be mortified and crack up at the same time. How will I ever handle three of these little people???

St. Joseph is the MAN

I have been MIA due to my decision to give up being negative for lent. I attempted several times to sit down and write a little something, but all I could seem to do is spew negativity. Now I have something positive to say, we have sold the house AGAIN! I am afraid to get too excited, but it is looking good. We move into our new house in less than two weeks and hand over the keys to our current house. My secret for selling the house this time, St. Joseph. I can't tell you how many people told me to buy a little St. Joseph figurine and bury it in my front yard. After two open houses, and a week of no interest I thought, what the heck. I am not Catholic, but my hubby is to some degree, so I figured that St. Joseph may find it in himself to help us out.
My girlfriend and I went to a local Christian store to pick one up. I brought the 6.99 figurine to the grandmotherly sales clerk. The sweet old woman looked me up down, her eyes resting on my pregnant belly and sighed, "Are you trying to sell a house in your condition? You poor thing." The then said a prayer over my St. Joseph, made in China, warning choking hazard, figurine and rang me up. I went home and proudly showed it to my husband. he looked at me like I was crazy when I told him we had to bury it in the front yard, facing the house upside down, with his feet facing heaven. With a shaking of his head, he took the girls out to the yard and buried him. The following day we had three showings scheduled a day later and offer on the house. Some might say it is coincidence, I say there is something to be said for a little "help".
By the way, we are having our third girl. I suppose we should have consulted a saint for that! Just kidding, I love my little one.