Monday, March 9, 2009

I love it when...


Things start falling into place. It's working out so well, I'm starting to wonder if it's too good to be true.

Naw... we've earned a little luck!

We have renters for our house here for the next 24 months, we made an offer on a new house in my home state, we have the movers scheduled, I have a job waiting when we get there, my parents are excited to spend time with Boo, Hubby is interviewing with a company, and the whole master plan is coming together.


Hopefully we'll hear from the bank this week if our offer on the house was accepted. It's not too big, not too small. It needs new flooring, the pool is green, and the yard is full of weeds. Once we take care of those minor things, it will be a fantastic house for the seven of us - me, Hubby, Boo, three cats and one dog.

There's no place like home.

Meeting IRL

IRL = in real life

Since becoming pregnant, I've been part of a baby board. It's basically an online forum for women from all walks of life who share one thing in common - children born in August of 2004. Over the years some of the players have changed, but for the most part, there is a core group of very supportive women who now know way too much about each other.

On Sunday, I had the opportunity to meet one of these women in person. I've "known" her online for years. She is a young mother with four gorgeous children. Her oldest two (twin girls) are August 2004 babies. It was fun to finally see these beautiful kids in person, and watch them play together. This particular mom is one of the youngest on the baby board, yet she seems to handle her responsibilities in life with more grace and maturity those of us who should be more mature but just aren't. Ah hem...

I marveled at the differences in parenting styles between an over-protective mother of one (that would be me), and a mother of four. When Boo was really little, Hubby & I would always have an arm behind her as she went up the stairs, we would pull her off the sofa before she slid off the back, we barely let her breathe without careful observation. Sometimes a bump or a bruise is the only way to learn life's lessons.