Halloween & Moving Stuff

We're moving. We looked at a place, applied, and got it. We gave our notice. We've started selling our stuff. We have to sell SO MUCH stuff to be able to fit in this new place. I'm both sad and excited. The new apartment seems more cozy, and definitely cheaper. I just don't know where we'll fit all our stuff.

Today is Halloween. I'm super excited to take Chloe, and hopefully Madi, out trick-or-treating for the first time. We bought their costumes months ago. Madi's mother doesn't want us to take her, but I'm not sure she actually plans on taking her herself. She admitted she doesn't have a costume for her. Hopefully it will all work out. Eric will be pretty disappointed if it doesn't.

Speaking of Eric, he and I celebrated adult Halloween on Saturday night. If you follow me on Instagram, I posted a picture there. He was Santa Claus and I was Mistress Claus, or the 'Ho Ho Ho' as we called it a few time. We went to a party at his sister's house. It was a pretty good time.

I'd love to do a real update on Chloe lately, because she's been talking up a storm. She can sing the ABCs and Twinkle Little Star very well. She often says please when asking for things. She's so much fun to be around.

I hope everything is going well with whoever still reads this blog. I try to read blogs every now and then too :p

Being sick means extra cuddles

We've been sick. Me and Chloe.

 

Not horribly sick, just the gross kind - coughing, lots of nose blowing, etc.

 

Still it's affecting baby girl's sleeping and I feel pretty sad for her. Twice last night she started crying in bed. Usually when she's crying, she's standing or sitting up waiting for me, but these times she was still laying. I picked her up and craddled her like a small baby and she immediately started going back to sleep both times. So I held her and we cuddled on the couch for awhile.

 

It was by far my favorite part of the day, but I still don't like that she's sick.

 

I let her sleep in an extra 15 minutes this morning before we got up for work/daycare. 

 

Very unflattering picture boyfriend got of Chloe sleeping in my arms last night

Over the weekend I finally started getting caught up around the house. Mom even came up to visit on Sunday and helped me get the washer and dryer hooked up. That's one less stress to worry about.

 

Maybe sometime in 2013 I'll have all the moving chores completed.

 

Maybe.

 

 

Ps.. Don't forget about my Boy Meets World giveaway.

So I took a sick day

Sunday night I wrote and scheduled a post, just recapping our simple weekend. I got up Monday morning at 6am with Chloe, thanks to the kitty, cranky but ready to face the day. I was up for about 15 minutes when I felt a wave of nausea. It passed. About 10 minutes later, another one.

 

And while I did not actually get sick, this feeling stayed with me on and off all day.

 

I know what you might be thinking, but no, I'm not expecting.

 

I'm not sure what I would've done otherwise, but I woke boyfriend up and he took care of Chloe's morning duties (feeding, dressing, packing her daycare bag), and took her to daycare with me. He had the day off, and had a cold so it was nice to have someone to spend my sick day with.

 

I took a morning nap and an afternoon nap, and they were just lovely, and much needed. I couldn't eat a thing most of the day. I just sipped on apple juice. I felt okay enough to go pick the girls up from daycare, but still felt tired, weak and a little shaky for most of the evening.

 

Finally, finally, I woke up Tuesday morning feeling weird, but not sick, and made my way to work. I've felt fine ever since, just extremely tired.

 

And that is the story of my sick day. And trust me, I don't have many.

 

Coming soon? Busy days at work and moving on the weekend.

 

Stay tuned. Or not. I might not be around much.

 

Here's what's been going on around here lately...

 

Chloe cuddles

 

Chloe in a bucket



Playing with a store display

 

Packing up to make some new memories

This Saturday I packed the first box. 

Yep, I'm moving yet again. 

It seems I don't stay anywhere for too long. It never seems to be more than a year in one spot. 

We need to move though, for so many reasons. This place is too small, the wiring is too messed up, the people upstairs are way too loud, and in the spring/summer seasons it gets way too humid and moldy in here. 

We may have found the perfect place: a bedroom for each of the girls, a playroom in the basement, a fenced-in backyard and a deck. And lots of room. 

But wow the memories in this place. 

My baby grew up in this place. This is where she first started to crawl, first started to talk, and took her first steps. We've lived here since she was two months old. Oh the changes since we got to this place. 

It's where we had our first Christmas and Easter. It's where we had her first birthday. 

It's where I first met boyfriend. Where he first slept over. Where he first told me he loved me. The first place we lived in together. The place where we celebrated our first birthdays together. So many firsts. 

But I am so excited for this new chapter in our lives.

So needless to say, I was a little bit excited about packing this first box.

Now, for the important question.

If you had a big empty room in the basement (carpeted), would you use it as a playroom to keep toys out of the actual sitting room and messy fingers off the nice furniture? Or would you use it as the adult room and put all the videos games and craft area down there?