Homeowners and Crawling

It is surreal to say "we bought a house last Friday". Really, because we can't actually move into it yet...it's just sitting there, empty, waiting for us to come home to it. But how fun is that!? Adam & I have a grown-up house now, and all of the stuff that goes with it, like a mortgage (which neither of us have ever experienced before) and the pressing urge to buy a lawn mower. Excited, but nervous. I'm excited about all of the shopping, but he is nervous. :) There are rugs to measure for, and furniture to buy...my list goes on and on. But, for now, I have to just be fine with having shelter because we have to wait on the decorating till Adam actually starts working & getting paid. Unfortunately, they're not paying residents enough to live in and decorate houses of this size. We know it's big, but we bought with intentions of filling her up with kids over the next few years. Looking around our apartment, I'd say we're about half-way full, just with Noah's stuff.

We are so unbelievably blessed with friends in Dallas that it is going to be really hard to leave...but then we're so very excited to be moving closer to grandparents and aunts and uncles and family friends that it makes the move a little more sweet than bitter. I'm just praying that we can find a group of friends in Jonesboro who are as supportive and loving and fun as our friends here in Dallas have been. Through all of my pregnancies and miscarriages and then having Noah, and not knowing what to do with him some days, my friends really pulled me through! Noah has been a little additon to my friends' families and their kids to ours & that has been so much fun!!

Speaking of the little devil...he's crawling. He's been working on it for about 2 weeks now, and I think he's got it down. He isn't lightning-fast yet, but I feel that will be here in a matter of days. Today, I was drying my hair in my bedroom and he was in his room playing on the floor. The mirror in my vanity faces out my door and into his room so I can see him playing behind me. Then I see him coming toward me. Before I knew it, he was there at my feet, trying to gnaw on the cord of the hair-dryer. Great. not only is he crawling, but he has a death-wish.

He's a happy kid from what I see. His teachers tell me (at Mother's Day Out) that he's "aggressive". I think he just knows what he wants....and goes for it. (hence, toys dragged all over my house) He's not capable of meanness or aggression, yet, in my opinion. So, I'm just going to ignore their observation for now. They also tell me he won't play alone, that he has to be held all day long. Right now, he's sitting on the mat by himself, playing with a tube of A&D ointment (his favorite toy...just try to take it away from him, you'll see. he takes it everywhere, but I digress), just talking away and smiling. I guess it varies day-to-day. And he did just get up from a nap & is extra happy. But he always does better at home with me. I need to resist the urge to take him out of the program, though, because he needs that socialization, I think. Also, he's entering separation-anxiety and it's getting worse by the day. When I see him cry for me, it just breaks my heart, and it is so hard to leave him there when he's crying. But I do. I guess I have to. And there he goes. He's had enough alone-time, needs some attention.