still here

I keep meaning to get back here and post something, but Liam has kept me constantly on my toes and at my wit's end the past few days. Let's just say that he is still testing boundaries and intentionally stepping over them. All. Day. Long.

And, yesterday, we had our first house showings. Not just one. Two. The first came with a 20 minute warning. I scrambled around the house like a madwoman, trying to corral the day's clutter with a crying one-year old clinging to my legs. And the three-year old saw this as the oppprtune time to poop his pants (like I said, he's been a challenge). And it was thunderstorming outside. And we didn't have the car.

For the first showing, we just walked across the street and spent some time with Trish's dog Ozzie in their living room, and for the second showing several hours later, we walked downtown under umbrellas for some tea and hot chocolate. 

We still ahven't heard anything back from the realtors, but our house looked remarkably tidy considering the circumstances. 



When Liam and I were talking about the people coming to look at our house, and how we are going to get a new house, he looked at me in all serious and said:

They are going to need my scissors.

What? Why?

To cut my room up. It won't fit in their car.

So then we talked about how we are leaving our house here for the new people to live in, and we are going to live in a different place.

He paused, thinking  this through, then gestured to the couch next to us:

Can we take the couch?

Yes, we'll take all of our stuff with us.

Oh, okay.

And he went back to playing.