...I can read minds.

Too bad I can't! If I could read minds, I would know what the hell crawled up Miles' arse tonight. He was soooooo cranky! He was fine when I got to Shirley's to pick him up, but he did NOT want to put his jacket on. He did NOT want to go out to the car. He pretty much screamed the entire way home. He refused cookies, his drink, a ball, a Nuk, and a blankey. It was awful. Thankfully we don't live far from Shirley's house.

So we get home and he refuses to let me put him down. I did put him down (kicking and screaming) long enough to take my coat off. Then he pulled at my legs until I picked him back up. I handed him to Brad so I could pee and he screamed the entire time. We put him in his highchair (while screaming) to get him to eat some dinner because he said he was hungry. He ate like 3 bites of his grilled cheese, but only to get Brad to make his dancing Santa sing and dance. Then he said he was done and refused to eat anymore so we put him down. He then ate about 60 grapes (I'm exaggerating, but it was a LOT).

I got in the floor and let him ram me and that was entertaining for him for about 30 seconds. So 7pm arrived (his usual bedtime is between 7:15-7:30) so we asked him if he wanted to take a bath. He adamantly said yes so we took him in and put him in the bath. He wouldn't sit down. He let me wash him while he fiddled around with the faucet. He usually doesn't mind getting hair rinsed, but tonight you would've thought I was pouring acid on him. IT WAS AWFUL.

I hate when he feels bad and he never acts like this unless he's not feeling well. So I'd bet money that he will have some new teeth in the very near future. All WE want for Christmas is his canine teeth! :-)

Here are some Christmas pics I took of him in an effort to get a good shot for our Christmas card. I got one, but it's none of these. Enjoy!

...my child would not be so literal.

So last night, as usual, I asked Miles if he wanted to pee on the potty. We know he's probably too young to really get it, but we figure it can't hurt to familiarize him with it now. So we let him sit on it and act like he's going to the potty. He has never peed on the potty nor has he pooped on the potty.

So back to last night. I stripped him down for his bath and sat him on his big boy potty. He sat there for a second, kind of looked around and got up. He walked over to the side of the grown-up potty where the garbage can is and picked it up and carried it to the front of the potty. He then walked back over to the side of the potty, turned and peed ON the potty. :-)

So ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Literal Magoo did in fact pee ON THE POTTY last night...just not in the manner we had intended. :-) But Brad and I took it as a victory toward future potty-training. So YAY for peeing ON the potty!!

...my little turkey wouldn't be sick.

Well, he's got another ear infection plus he's working on those dang canine teeth. So he's been a bear the last few evenings. I'm starting to think he's just sick of me and Brad. :-)

We're all moved in. We painted Miles' room a bright green...a little brighter than John Deere green actually. Catherine (Aunt Kitty) is coming to help me paint the blue stripes on his walls this weekend. So that should be fun. I'll post pictures when we're done. Brad MADE our table for the kitchen. :-) He decided he wanted a butcher block top table in there. But they're way too expensive for what we're willing to spend. So he got on ebay and worked his little fingers to the bone finding a table top that looks AWESOME in the kitchen. Then he ran to Lowes and bought legs and stained them black. It looks so good. I'm so proud of him! I'll post pictures tonight. We got the chairs for it yesterday and now the kitchen looks complete, well minus curtains. haha!

Since it's getting close to Thanksgiving (can you believe that?!) I thought it would be timely for me to post a video of Miles doing his turkey impression that his magnificent sitter taught him. It's oh so cute and you'll want to watch it again and again. :-) Enjoy!

...I would have more sick days.

Well, I have something. I feel like crappola. My body hurts like hell and my head is killing me. I went to the doc this morning and got my brain scratched by the little swab thing to see if I have the flu. No flu...just something trying to invade my bod. I'm guessing my immune system is down from all of the stress of the move. So I'm home resting trying to let my body get back on track.

So the latest on the move. Our loan isn't ready to close and neither is our new house. The buyers of our house however have decided (without checking with us) that we're closing Friday and they're moving in Saturday morning. We tried explaining that Brad will be out of town and I will be by myself with a 16 month old, but these asshats don't care. So we've had to hire movers and get a power of attorney so that I can sign for Brad (both unexpected expenses, neither of which the buyers were willing to foot the bill for). Luckily, our realtor (remember I told you she was great!) is footing the bill for the POA and kicking in $200 for movers.

The builders of the new house have agreed to let us move our stuff into the garage Friday. If they have certificate of occupancy by Friday we can tell the movers where we want stuff, but not live there until we close. There is a super, super slim chance we could still close Friday on the new house, which would be phenomenal, but I'm not holding my breath. So the plan is to move the stuff into the garage/house Friday and Miles and I will shack up with my parents until we can hopefully close on Monday.

So at this point I would like to say how amazing our families are. Brad's Dad is taking off work Friday to oversee the movers for me. Brad's parents are coming over tonight to watch Miles (well make sure he stays asleep!) while we do our walk-through on the new house. My parents are coming out tomorrow evening to help me finish packing up whatever is left. Then they're going to let me and my little guy crash there this weekend. They've all offered countless times to do whatever we need them to do. We are sooooooo fortunate to have families who want to help us and care about our stress levels. :-) So thanks Mom & Dad and Robert & Laurie. We could make it without you, but it would nearly kill us! We love you.

...marinara sauce would make great hair gel.

But the reality of the matter is that it just makes bath time a rough time for everyone! Oh and it makes for great videos! :-)

Enjoy! Miles certainly did. :-)

...someone would flippin' do their job!

Our realtor is great. She really is. Hell, she sold our house in 6 days! But I need for people to be on their A game when we're 9 days away from our hopeful closing date! I should not be emailing realtors myself to find stuff out...she should do that for me...but she's not fast enough for me. Boo! So I just do it myself. You know what they say..."If you want something done right, do it yourself."

We stopped by the house tonight to see the progress. It was totally painted. They said they'd be finished tomorrow. Then the lights guy wad coming into install the lights and then the carpet. So it's looking like middle of next week for the house being done. Walk-through on Friday while Brad's out of town (yay!). Then closing on Monday. Shew! I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Maybe I'll just hijack a helium balloon aircraft...


-- Post From My iPhone

...hot cocoa would be available intravenously.

But alas, here I sit drinking mine from a dang mug. :-) It's still good though! It'd be better if I were home in my sweats and had some marshmallow creme...but we can't have everything right?

So the move gets closer and closer everyday. We had company pictures today at work and I had ONE option for pictures because I've packed all my clothes that I don't normally wear (all my fancy-pants, professional attire) and left out only the comfy stuff I can get away with (khakis, fairly dressy shirts, etc.) I called today on our fridge and it came in yesterday...so it's ready for delivery! Yay! I'm calling the utility companies today to see what we need to do to get it switched and ready for when we move in and also what to do about budget billing (basically if we're going to owe them or they'll owe us). Brad called the cable people already because God knows I can't miss my One Tree Hill on Monday night. :-)

Also, I decided that I'm being too freaked out about not using Miles' name. I think I'm panicking for nothing. So going forward this will be a normal blog like it used to before I got all crazy freaked out. Yay normalcy!

Alright, we'll keep you posted about all the other stuff. :-) Oh and the sitter thing...fine and dandy like sour candy!