Things have settled down a bit now! We are officially moved into the new place and I love it, love it, love it! Because we're on the second floor, the surrounding trees add greenery and privacy to my every day view. I used to be all about the nighttime, but I have officially fallen in love with mid-morning thanks to the way the sunlight filters through the foliage. It faces the north, so I get amazing cross breezes blowing through. And since the weather has cooled off, I haven't had the AC turned on AT ALL for the last week. If only I had a second bedroom and some quieter neighbors upstairs, I'd stay here forever!
I have no finished unpacking all of the boxes yet though, and it may be some time before I do. I'm trying to decide how I am going to decorate in some areas and until I figure that out, I can't unpack some of the boxes. I also have to reorganize the bedroom closet. We just started throwing stuff in there and I need to get it to a point where it's focused and less chaotic. But for the most part, everything is a notch above livable.
For my non-Central Texas compadres, fall has arrived! The temps at night are in the 70's and it's barely risen above 80 during the daytime. This is the time of year I love best here in the Hill Country - cool, but not too cold, and warm enough that you don't need to break out the winter gear. It's just so darn comfortable. And October is definitely my favorite month...let the countdown to Halloween begin!
This month has us going to several birthday parties, baking Halloween treats, going to the pumpkin patch with school, celebrating Uncle David's birthday, and of course, my personal favorite, trick or treating! Stay tuned for more...Now that we're moved and mostly settled, I am going to start uploading pictures again.
Happy fall,
Kelly
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Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Untitled
There's so much going on in my life right now that I couldn't think of anything as a good title for this post. Between moving and counseling and everything else, it's been all I can do some days to actually manage to wear matching socks (which really shouldn't be that hard considering all I own are white socks!). I'm just so easily distracted by a lot, mostly moving related stuff. Billa and I move into our smaller apartment on Sunday afternoon and I've been panicking about it. At least I got confirmation from one other person in the apartment office that they will let me have my keys a little bit early on Sunday, so that was good news. Now if I can just guarantee my moving crew I'll be happier! I wish I had the extra cash to just hire a moving company, but things are tight right now, so I have to watch every penny. Michael left his job about three weeks ago and has been looking for something new since, but despite a couple of interviews, there's not much out there apparently. It makes me more thankful for my job!
In other news, Michael came back from a trip to Colorado earlier this month with news that he wanted to go to counseling together with the goal of reconciling our marriage. When he made the decision to go on this trip, he told me that he felt he should take advantage of the opportunity since he had no work obligations and he wasn't having to pay for it. I was very angry with him, because it meant that Billa would miss out on seeing her Daddy for almost a week and a half. (Ok, and because I was a frazzled mess and really needed a vacation from everything. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that part of my pissyness was because I really wanted to go to CO too!)
We had ourselves a little "come to Jesus" meeting the night before he left. I told him that he was going to take Billa for six days when he got back so that he could have some perspective on what it was like to walk in my shoes. He wasn't exactly pleased with my decision and it was then that I laid out all the dirty laundry for him, explaining how was self-serving, self-centered, and selfish. I told him that everyone was an afterthought to him, and that his daughter was a trophy to him. He could treat me however he wanted, but he damn well wasn't going to treat his little girl as secondary to his own desires and wants. She should be the center of your world, I told him. You're a father. It's time to man up and be responsible. How do you want her to remember you? I asked him.
I can honestly say that when I spoke to him that night, it didn't feel like me. This person was calm, precise, and to the point. I tore him down and probably could have continued to tear him down even more, but I didn't. I truly believe that Michael can be a great man and I made sure he knew that. Change or die, I told him. You have the choice to make something out of your life, or lose everything that is worth something to you.
I don't know if it was the come to Jesus meeting or if something happened on that mountainside in Colorado, but whatever it was, something got through I guess. He came back from Colorado with an action item list and his first one was to find us a counselor. Within two days he was calling me at work asking if a certain day and time was ok for an appointment that he was setting up! He's been incredibly helpful in preparing Billa and I for the move this weekend, and he's been stepping up in terms of spending time with her. On more than one occasion he has taken her for an overnight without my asking him to. And we've both noticed that Billa's behaviour has greatly improved as a result of balanced involvement from us.
Now, I know that a lot of my friends and family members are concerned with Michael and I giving reconciliation a shot and rightly so. Our relationship has been rocky for some time and Michael hasn't been the perfect husband. But I'd be a terrible person if I didn't accept culpability for my part in it. I haven't been the best possible wife. I think a lot of my friends feel that I should cut my losses and move on with the divorce, but the truth is, I love Michael very much. I meant it when I said "for better or for worse" and I don't feel that I can be a genuine person if I didn't honor that commitment by at least giving reconciliation a shot.
Being separated has opened my eyes to a lot of things, and one of those things is that life is a far cry from black and white. There is no cut and dry version of life in existence. For myself, to throw everything out the window when my husband is willing to put forth effort to rebuild the foundation of our marriage into something stronger, it doesn't sit well with me. I don't think I could live the rest of my life with that sitting in my heart. Some people will (and do) tell me that I'm not thinking straight. To them I say, "Bite me!" When you've walked through my shoes a few miles, when you've experienced heartache, brokenness, and pain on a level you never thought possible and then alternately experienced moments of pure joy and bliss when you thought you'd never see the dark side of happiness again, when you've had your whole world come tumbling down and slowly worked to rebuild it back up piece by piece, when you've taken time to turn the microscope inward and see your own shortcomings and accept them and yourself for who and what you are, and when you've come to terms with your faith and your God (or whatever higher power you answer to...I believe the ways are many, the light is one), then you come talk to me about what you think the best option is. I guarantee you, it won't be an easy choice to make.
But it is a choice that I've thought long and hard on, prayed a good long while on, and talked to lots of therapists, friends, and family on. And I have decided to give Michael a second chance. If I were in his shoes, wouldn't I want a second chance? I believe people can change for the better if they choose to. It won't happen overnight, and it won't be easy, but it's possible. Anything is possible. My friend Caroline once told me that even if Michael and I got back together, that the idea I held in my mind of "us" and our marriage would never be the same. The more I think about that sage piece of advice, I DON'T want my marriage to be like it was. I want it to be better and stronger and more loving. I DON'T want the old "us" and I sure as hell don't want the old me. I think about that girl and what she was like and all I can think is, "I wouldn't want to be married to her!" That's a hard thing to admit, but there it is.
We're still remaining separated for now, and I'm moving forward with my plan of getting myself to a better place emotionally, mentally, spiritually and personally. I'm continuing to see my therapist and we go to counseling together once a week. Michael is going through the same process too. I haven't set any deadlines, as I think that would be detrimental to the process. If either one of us will sincerely change, then it has be an organic process. That's not to say that I'm going to wait three years, but I think after a few months of hardship we will both have an idea of whether there is any progress being made or not.
Wow, that was a lot more than I intended on sharing, but I'm not going to go back and change it. I think I would do myself and the little progress I've made the last two months a huge disservice. I won't be something that I'm not. I can't photoshop myself IRL (but if I ever figure out how, you can betcher ass I'll share that secret...after I've made my million bucks off it, lol) and I shouldn't edit myself too heavily when I write. Sometimes the best things in life are unedited.
Ah, now that's a post title worth considering..."Unedited"
On that note, I bid you all good night! Moving in less than 48 hours!
Kelly
In other news, Michael came back from a trip to Colorado earlier this month with news that he wanted to go to counseling together with the goal of reconciling our marriage. When he made the decision to go on this trip, he told me that he felt he should take advantage of the opportunity since he had no work obligations and he wasn't having to pay for it. I was very angry with him, because it meant that Billa would miss out on seeing her Daddy for almost a week and a half. (Ok, and because I was a frazzled mess and really needed a vacation from everything. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that part of my pissyness was because I really wanted to go to CO too!)
We had ourselves a little "come to Jesus" meeting the night before he left. I told him that he was going to take Billa for six days when he got back so that he could have some perspective on what it was like to walk in my shoes. He wasn't exactly pleased with my decision and it was then that I laid out all the dirty laundry for him, explaining how was self-serving, self-centered, and selfish. I told him that everyone was an afterthought to him, and that his daughter was a trophy to him. He could treat me however he wanted, but he damn well wasn't going to treat his little girl as secondary to his own desires and wants. She should be the center of your world, I told him. You're a father. It's time to man up and be responsible. How do you want her to remember you? I asked him.
I can honestly say that when I spoke to him that night, it didn't feel like me. This person was calm, precise, and to the point. I tore him down and probably could have continued to tear him down even more, but I didn't. I truly believe that Michael can be a great man and I made sure he knew that. Change or die, I told him. You have the choice to make something out of your life, or lose everything that is worth something to you.
I don't know if it was the come to Jesus meeting or if something happened on that mountainside in Colorado, but whatever it was, something got through I guess. He came back from Colorado with an action item list and his first one was to find us a counselor. Within two days he was calling me at work asking if a certain day and time was ok for an appointment that he was setting up! He's been incredibly helpful in preparing Billa and I for the move this weekend, and he's been stepping up in terms of spending time with her. On more than one occasion he has taken her for an overnight without my asking him to. And we've both noticed that Billa's behaviour has greatly improved as a result of balanced involvement from us.
Now, I know that a lot of my friends and family members are concerned with Michael and I giving reconciliation a shot and rightly so. Our relationship has been rocky for some time and Michael hasn't been the perfect husband. But I'd be a terrible person if I didn't accept culpability for my part in it. I haven't been the best possible wife. I think a lot of my friends feel that I should cut my losses and move on with the divorce, but the truth is, I love Michael very much. I meant it when I said "for better or for worse" and I don't feel that I can be a genuine person if I didn't honor that commitment by at least giving reconciliation a shot.
Being separated has opened my eyes to a lot of things, and one of those things is that life is a far cry from black and white. There is no cut and dry version of life in existence. For myself, to throw everything out the window when my husband is willing to put forth effort to rebuild the foundation of our marriage into something stronger, it doesn't sit well with me. I don't think I could live the rest of my life with that sitting in my heart. Some people will (and do) tell me that I'm not thinking straight. To them I say, "Bite me!" When you've walked through my shoes a few miles, when you've experienced heartache, brokenness, and pain on a level you never thought possible and then alternately experienced moments of pure joy and bliss when you thought you'd never see the dark side of happiness again, when you've had your whole world come tumbling down and slowly worked to rebuild it back up piece by piece, when you've taken time to turn the microscope inward and see your own shortcomings and accept them and yourself for who and what you are, and when you've come to terms with your faith and your God (or whatever higher power you answer to...I believe the ways are many, the light is one), then you come talk to me about what you think the best option is. I guarantee you, it won't be an easy choice to make.
But it is a choice that I've thought long and hard on, prayed a good long while on, and talked to lots of therapists, friends, and family on. And I have decided to give Michael a second chance. If I were in his shoes, wouldn't I want a second chance? I believe people can change for the better if they choose to. It won't happen overnight, and it won't be easy, but it's possible. Anything is possible. My friend Caroline once told me that even if Michael and I got back together, that the idea I held in my mind of "us" and our marriage would never be the same. The more I think about that sage piece of advice, I DON'T want my marriage to be like it was. I want it to be better and stronger and more loving. I DON'T want the old "us" and I sure as hell don't want the old me. I think about that girl and what she was like and all I can think is, "I wouldn't want to be married to her!" That's a hard thing to admit, but there it is.
We're still remaining separated for now, and I'm moving forward with my plan of getting myself to a better place emotionally, mentally, spiritually and personally. I'm continuing to see my therapist and we go to counseling together once a week. Michael is going through the same process too. I haven't set any deadlines, as I think that would be detrimental to the process. If either one of us will sincerely change, then it has be an organic process. That's not to say that I'm going to wait three years, but I think after a few months of hardship we will both have an idea of whether there is any progress being made or not.
Wow, that was a lot more than I intended on sharing, but I'm not going to go back and change it. I think I would do myself and the little progress I've made the last two months a huge disservice. I won't be something that I'm not. I can't photoshop myself IRL (but if I ever figure out how, you can betcher ass I'll share that secret...after I've made my million bucks off it, lol) and I shouldn't edit myself too heavily when I write. Sometimes the best things in life are unedited.
Ah, now that's a post title worth considering..."Unedited"
On that note, I bid you all good night! Moving in less than 48 hours!
Kelly
Monday, September 6, 2010
Boxes, boxes everywhere!
Today was Labor Day and I definitely labored!
Billa and I spent a lazy morning at home; I made her chocolate milk for the first time and she was in L-O-V-E! Myself I enjoyed a Starbucks Dark Chocolate Frappucino and it was muy delicioso. Definitely cheaper than actually buying a latte every morning, which I shamefully admit to doing every morning last week. I don't normally do that mind you, but before I knew it, the gals at the front were cheerfully greeting me with, "Hi Kelly! Tall nonfat hazelnut latte with two pumps this morning?" Ok, well not quite, but they did recognize me and they weren't giving me funny looks when I asked for only two pumps anymore. I knew I needed to change that STAT!
After our lazy morning, we gassed up and then hit Le Target to get some Goo Gone and boxes. They didn't have either. Thus began the Saga of the Box Search for the next two hours as I literally drove by every dumpster in the Sunset Valley area trying to find smallish boxes. It had rained that morning and the majority of the dumpsters had been emptied over the weekend so pickings were incredibly slim. After only finding five boxes worth salvaging, I finally said 'screw it' and went to Lowe's to buy $7 worth. Yes, I probably should have done that in the first place since all that driving around most likely cost me more than the actual boxes themselves. At least Billa got a nap though! That's what I call a fuzzy logic win-win :o)
I spent the rest of the afternoon packing, with a little snooze in between and Billa brushed up on some Wonder Pets, which is now available on instant watch through Netflix. Hooray Netflix! Now that's what I call team work! After all of the books are packed (and I do mean ALL of them...we have a lot), most of my baking pans, and the dining room, I am exhausted. I've decided I have definitely earned myself a wine and movie break. This evening's feature is the Spiderwick Chronicles!
I am proud of myself for getting this much packing done! We move in T-minus 20 days, and I just signed the lease last Friday, so I gotta get a move on with my packing so I can get my move on...I'll stop while I'm ahead!
Cheers,
Kelly
Billa and I spent a lazy morning at home; I made her chocolate milk for the first time and she was in L-O-V-E! Myself I enjoyed a Starbucks Dark Chocolate Frappucino and it was muy delicioso. Definitely cheaper than actually buying a latte every morning, which I shamefully admit to doing every morning last week. I don't normally do that mind you, but before I knew it, the gals at the front were cheerfully greeting me with, "Hi Kelly! Tall nonfat hazelnut latte with two pumps this morning?" Ok, well not quite, but they did recognize me and they weren't giving me funny looks when I asked for only two pumps anymore. I knew I needed to change that STAT!
After our lazy morning, we gassed up and then hit Le Target to get some Goo Gone and boxes. They didn't have either. Thus began the Saga of the Box Search for the next two hours as I literally drove by every dumpster in the Sunset Valley area trying to find smallish boxes. It had rained that morning and the majority of the dumpsters had been emptied over the weekend so pickings were incredibly slim. After only finding five boxes worth salvaging, I finally said 'screw it' and went to Lowe's to buy $7 worth. Yes, I probably should have done that in the first place since all that driving around most likely cost me more than the actual boxes themselves. At least Billa got a nap though! That's what I call a fuzzy logic win-win :o)
I spent the rest of the afternoon packing, with a little snooze in between and Billa brushed up on some Wonder Pets, which is now available on instant watch through Netflix. Hooray Netflix! Now that's what I call team work! After all of the books are packed (and I do mean ALL of them...we have a lot), most of my baking pans, and the dining room, I am exhausted. I've decided I have definitely earned myself a wine and movie break. This evening's feature is the Spiderwick Chronicles!
I am proud of myself for getting this much packing done! We move in T-minus 20 days, and I just signed the lease last Friday, so I gotta get a move on with my packing so I can get my move on...I'll stop while I'm ahead!
Cheers,
Kelly
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Is it Friday yet?
Oh. My. Hell. I need it to be Friday and Tuesday's barely half over. I should have known today would be a bad day when I had chocolate before 10:30 am. And it was the good stuff too. None of that namby pamby Hershey's crap, this was full on $6 a pop Vosges Dar Chocolate Fire Bar. On a side note, this is the best chocolate bar ever. It combines my two favorite flavors in the world: dark chocolate and spicy. Yum!
But I digress. We didn't sleep too well last night and Billa fell off the bed AGAIN this morning, although this time it was carpeted. That kid is fast. I totally saw her crawling to the edge of the bed and it didn't have to register before she was there one minute, on the floor the next. I am certain our neighbors are filing complaints with the apartment complex by now. The internet at work has been damnably slow and I am waiting for my online reporting to finally load. It's been about an hour now… I've given up hope so that I can run a production report that's due by EOD. I told my friend Beth that I have a new song in mind—"Someday my page will load" sung to the tune of "Someday my prince will come". Yargh!
I have to give a shout out to Beth who was instrumental in helping Michael and I paint Billa's room. I know that my best friend Kellie would have totally helped me, but she is 10 weeks pregnant and considering the headaches we endured from the paint fumes, suffice it to say that we kept her well away. Beth not only came last Friday to help us paint, but she came again last night and even fed the baby and gave her a bath so that Michael and I could actually eat our dinner. Thank you Beth! She can't claim all the credit for Friday's painting though; my mom was also very helpful in coming over to paint half the room and then take Billa back to the house with her to get her to bed on time while the rest of us finished the painting. Thank you Mom!
We're ALMOST done with moving. I've said it many times now over the past week and a half… next time we're using a moving company. Moving should not take two weeks and be this stressful or painful. We'll have everything moved by the end of this weekend, and maybe we'll hopefully have everything painted too, although I strongly doubt that. I have another cake to bake, actually a cake and cupcakes, for some friends of ours who are having their third and second birthdays. One will be Cars and the other Wall-e. It's a Pixar extravaganza! I'm excited about it because I love both movies and I'm sure the kids will love the cakes too.
My reporting page has FINALLY loaded so I'm off to get my report completed.
Until then,
K & Co.
But I digress. We didn't sleep too well last night and Billa fell off the bed AGAIN this morning, although this time it was carpeted. That kid is fast. I totally saw her crawling to the edge of the bed and it didn't have to register before she was there one minute, on the floor the next. I am certain our neighbors are filing complaints with the apartment complex by now. The internet at work has been damnably slow and I am waiting for my online reporting to finally load. It's been about an hour now… I've given up hope so that I can run a production report that's due by EOD. I told my friend Beth that I have a new song in mind—"Someday my page will load" sung to the tune of "Someday my prince will come". Yargh!
I have to give a shout out to Beth who was instrumental in helping Michael and I paint Billa's room. I know that my best friend Kellie would have totally helped me, but she is 10 weeks pregnant and considering the headaches we endured from the paint fumes, suffice it to say that we kept her well away. Beth not only came last Friday to help us paint, but she came again last night and even fed the baby and gave her a bath so that Michael and I could actually eat our dinner. Thank you Beth! She can't claim all the credit for Friday's painting though; my mom was also very helpful in coming over to paint half the room and then take Billa back to the house with her to get her to bed on time while the rest of us finished the painting. Thank you Mom!
We're ALMOST done with moving. I've said it many times now over the past week and a half… next time we're using a moving company. Moving should not take two weeks and be this stressful or painful. We'll have everything moved by the end of this weekend, and maybe we'll hopefully have everything painted too, although I strongly doubt that. I have another cake to bake, actually a cake and cupcakes, for some friends of ours who are having their third and second birthdays. One will be Cars and the other Wall-e. It's a Pixar extravaganza! I'm excited about it because I love both movies and I'm sure the kids will love the cakes too.
My reporting page has FINALLY loaded so I'm off to get my report completed.
Until then,
K & Co.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thanksgiving, Probably More Pink, and Moving Day!
Hello all!
We hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Ours was laid back and well spent. Our good friends, the Marino's, recently bought their first house and we decided that we had to help them break it in with it's first Turkey Day. Kellie and I went all out with the food, making way too much in our excitement. Michael & I contributed the pumpkin cheesecake, sweet potato casserole, rolls, orange-cranberry dipping sauce, and wine. The Marino's did the turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, cherry pie, brownies, and the classic "Creamy Fruit Salad with Marshmallows of a Thousand Names." Yes, that stuff that is known as Hearts of Gold, Five Cup Salad, Ambrosia, Waldorf Salad, Daddy Salad, etc. The names are many, the recipe is the same: sour cream, sugar, fruit, and marshmallows. I personally am not a fan of the stuff, but I can appreciate the history and the kitsch that surrounds it.
We stuffed ourselves silly, then sat down to watch the most awful and ridiculous movie ever, Love Guru. Seriously, it's a good thing we were all so blitzed from turkey and potatoes and everything else that we mostly slept through a good portion of it, because what little I did happen to watch, I wished I had a huge bottle of brain bleach to scrub it from my head. Austin Powers was clever and silly, this was just retarded and crass. I'd almost rather watch the live action Scooby Doo over this. Yeesh!
After we vegged out and digested a little, we sat down for dessert. While we were eating dessert, Madeleine made a comment about her birthday coming up in January. I asked her what kind of cake she wanted me to make her, and without missing a beat, responded: "A Barbie castle cake." Ok, well I like a kid who knows what she wants! So then I asked her what color she wanted it, knowing she would answer pink. I was not disappointed. I then asked her what secondary color would be ok to put on the cake and she told me, "Probably more pink." Michael nearly choked on his cheesecake, he was laughing so hard. I tell you what, I need to stop being amazed at what three year olds tell me, especially the three year olds I know! In addition, Madeleine wants said cake to be "pink cake" meaning strawberry flavored, so this confectionary concoction will be pink on pink on pink! I thought about titling it "Pretty in Pink", but Madeleine's daddy says I should just call it "Probably More Pink." So I will. Anthony also came up with this pearl, which I just HAVE to share. Right now the campaign for Windows is "Life without walls." Anthony's response: "If you live life without walls, why would you need Windows?" Brilliance.
And lastly, we got good news on Wednesday: we get to move early! We are starting our move tomorrow and we are so excited! The only bad thing is we won't be able to actually stay the night until Monday, because I wasn't able to get the gas turn on moved to this weekend, so Monday it is! But the cable guy is coming on Sunday and my brothers are in town for Thanksgiving, and Kellie's laundry baskets are empty, so we're moving anyway! This makes things way easier, because we were going to have to take little loads all week and then move the furniture on the 6th. We also have more time to paint before we finish everything, which I was a little worried about. We'll definitely be posting pictures when everything is all done.
So that wraps things up for now. A belated Happy Birthday to Gigi (Michael's mom) and Auntie Cait (Michael's sister) who celebrated big milestones this week: Judy is 50 and Caitlyn is 18! We love you! Hopefully the next post will be from inside the new apartment and with pictures. In the meantime, enjoy this little video of our budding Mozart...
Cheers!
We hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Ours was laid back and well spent. Our good friends, the Marino's, recently bought their first house and we decided that we had to help them break it in with it's first Turkey Day. Kellie and I went all out with the food, making way too much in our excitement. Michael & I contributed the pumpkin cheesecake, sweet potato casserole, rolls, orange-cranberry dipping sauce, and wine. The Marino's did the turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, cherry pie, brownies, and the classic "Creamy Fruit Salad with Marshmallows of a Thousand Names." Yes, that stuff that is known as Hearts of Gold, Five Cup Salad, Ambrosia, Waldorf Salad, Daddy Salad, etc. The names are many, the recipe is the same: sour cream, sugar, fruit, and marshmallows. I personally am not a fan of the stuff, but I can appreciate the history and the kitsch that surrounds it.
We stuffed ourselves silly, then sat down to watch the most awful and ridiculous movie ever, Love Guru. Seriously, it's a good thing we were all so blitzed from turkey and potatoes and everything else that we mostly slept through a good portion of it, because what little I did happen to watch, I wished I had a huge bottle of brain bleach to scrub it from my head. Austin Powers was clever and silly, this was just retarded and crass. I'd almost rather watch the live action Scooby Doo over this. Yeesh!
After we vegged out and digested a little, we sat down for dessert. While we were eating dessert, Madeleine made a comment about her birthday coming up in January. I asked her what kind of cake she wanted me to make her, and without missing a beat, responded: "A Barbie castle cake." Ok, well I like a kid who knows what she wants! So then I asked her what color she wanted it, knowing she would answer pink. I was not disappointed. I then asked her what secondary color would be ok to put on the cake and she told me, "Probably more pink." Michael nearly choked on his cheesecake, he was laughing so hard. I tell you what, I need to stop being amazed at what three year olds tell me, especially the three year olds I know! In addition, Madeleine wants said cake to be "pink cake" meaning strawberry flavored, so this confectionary concoction will be pink on pink on pink! I thought about titling it "Pretty in Pink", but Madeleine's daddy says I should just call it "Probably More Pink." So I will. Anthony also came up with this pearl, which I just HAVE to share. Right now the campaign for Windows is "Life without walls." Anthony's response: "If you live life without walls, why would you need Windows?" Brilliance.
And lastly, we got good news on Wednesday: we get to move early! We are starting our move tomorrow and we are so excited! The only bad thing is we won't be able to actually stay the night until Monday, because I wasn't able to get the gas turn on moved to this weekend, so Monday it is! But the cable guy is coming on Sunday and my brothers are in town for Thanksgiving, and Kellie's laundry baskets are empty, so we're moving anyway! This makes things way easier, because we were going to have to take little loads all week and then move the furniture on the 6th. We also have more time to paint before we finish everything, which I was a little worried about. We'll definitely be posting pictures when everything is all done.
So that wraps things up for now. A belated Happy Birthday to Gigi (Michael's mom) and Auntie Cait (Michael's sister) who celebrated big milestones this week: Judy is 50 and Caitlyn is 18! We love you! Hopefully the next post will be from inside the new apartment and with pictures. In the meantime, enjoy this little video of our budding Mozart...
Cheers!
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