'Cat'aloguing the developments, or lack thereof

We have stacks of wood on shelving between our house and the shed.  It's all under a roof, it's not ours (ahem) and it's on the other side of the wall from our bed's headboard.  This weekend all of the cats in the neighborhood, stray or no, decided it was a cat version of a Japanese love motel, lumberyard theme.  All through the night for two nights I ran outside hissing, water bottle as my spray defense, wielding a flashlight and just knowing there'd be a full-on attack.  Cats vs. me.  Terror.  Nobody appreciated my thoughts on how catastrophic the situation was and how catatonic we were after the lack of sleep.

Perhaps the lack of sleep led us to our inane, misguided attempts to get out and about.  It's a good thing we had breakfast on Saturday morning because it was downhill from there.  I think the house wait is this heavy cloud over us.  It settles over us adults, who unwittingly share it with the kiddo in little bits of worry and excitement and nervousness and frustration seeping through cracks.  It's complicated, but the essence of it all is that we don't know if we get to buy the house or not (still) and then, even if (pleaseohplease) it happens we don't know when we'll close because the bank (owner) has to have a little work done before closing.  There's nothing else.  We've been looking since October.  Our lease is up soon.  A 700 square foot rental in the winter with a busy two year old doesn't work well. 

It's the not knowing.  If I could mentally move on or mentally move in fully it would be fine.  I know it's a pretty good problem to have as far as problems go.  Moving is one of the most stressful life events though, according to those lists, and Not Knowing about Moving has got to be up there too.

Stinkarellibooboo, Kiddo, Sweet Boy, Wild Child or Stinkarelli (he actually smells quite nice) is a little wonder these days.  Last week we headed off to toddler gym to try it out only to find he's in KINDERgym now.  Last week he and I went to a preschool fair, just because I like to research and even if it's a long time coming (it is) I want to know what the options are.  Last week he "Ah-ah-ah'd" me.  When he was little, little he totally disregarded "No" so we developed a little "Ah-ah" sound that made him look and did the same thing without that word.  Now, along with telling me how to fix my hair, he "Ah-ah-ah'd" me. 

He knows what he wants to wear, where he wants to get dressed, precisely what we should do once we are dressed...  He thrills with talk of cookies, reading and adventure.  He yells, "Happy Birthday, Everyone!" all the time (quite randomly, with approximately seven extra syllables).  Last night our little "Goodnight Moon" routine where Daddy reads "Goodnight light and the red balloon" and then I echo "Goodnight light and the red balloon," etc., etc. was utterly different with Daddy reading and the boy echoing and tears of "Ohmygoodness... He's in Kindergym, someday he'll go to school, he's so capable-happiness" in my eyes.  He's growing up, so fine.

I just said we couldn't bring one of his toys with us to the Children's Museum.  He immediately yelled, "Hey, Dada!!" and then quickly realized Daddy was at work.  He ran off, rustled through every toy in his room and came back in with a toy phone held up to his ear.  Daddy evidently says it's OK to bring it to the Children's Museum and work is going well.

Comments

[Trina]

Don't you just love it when Daddy knows best?

Good luck on the house.

[emily]

i love little people. love them. watch your mailbox later this week.

[Ellie]

I just wanted to say thank you for the way you take notice of the wonderful details of your little one. I can't seem to quite do that with mine, I so enjoy reading about yours.
I left a little award for you on my blog - an Excellence Award.

[Matroskin]

Your boy is so sweet. My toddler wants to speak on a real telephone to everyone I phone... When I'm arranging an interview with someone, there's a little voice at the background demanding a little chat. Why do men lose their interest in phone calls once they grow up? Thank you for the mention of my blog in yours.