One night last week while I was trying to turn off my brain and go to sleep, I had this great idea: to blog every day in the month of August. Then I remembered that we were several days into August so I failed at that before I even started.
Then I had the great idea of blogging at least once a week in the month of August ... but we're into the second week already so I failed at that, too.
Eh, oh well.
We are still at 52. The oil leak at "our" house was minor but still has to be cleaned up and a new tank installed. We signed to extend closing on the house until the end of this month but indicated that this would probably be the last time we'd be willing to extend. It has been discouraging to not see anything happening; however, on Sunday our friend Chief, who lives around the corner from "our" house, said that his wife (that would be Mrs. Chief to you) saw someone at "our" house with a wheelbarrow and a shovel. Progress, perhaps?
Meanwhile it is still nice to be here at 52. The Boogie loves being with grandparents and I think they don't mind having us around. ;-) I miss my own bed every now and then BUT I rarely have to cook! I love to eat and I love to watch Food Network and I like talking about food, but I don't love to cook ...
The other day the Boogie told me that I was going to go somewhere with my buddy.
"Oh, really?" I asked. "Who is my buddy?"
"Your husband," she said.
The Phebis is doing things I'm not ready for her to do, like rolling over. I'm not ready for this!
I'm afraid to see what she'll do next. The Boogie didn't roll at all until she started crawling. She just wasn't interested. The Phebis, however, is itching to get moving. She likes to roll onto her belly and then scoot around.
I'm telling you, I am.not.ready for this.
*big huge sigh*
Oh well. There's nothing I can do about it, anyway.
The Boogie has been learning a memory verse in her junior church class.
I'm so impressed with my big girl!