You know what's funny? How J and I went to college with a ton of Colorado kids and mocked them for their "blah blah blah Colorado is the best blah blah blah BEST BEST BEST" ways. Um, yeah. We're totally going to turn into those people. Apologies in advance. Because yeah, we love Colorado. We love the little town we're headed to. We love the people we met and the places we saw and the fresh mountain air and the way that everywhere we looked there were people walking and biking and running and looking inspirationally fit. And the altitude-related nosebleeds and dehydration, I totally loved how my nose bled like a faucet and I couldn't drink enough water to keep me feeling even semi-hydrated. Jay kay. I'll adapt?
So we loved it. Not to say we don't love where we are (we do, duh!) or that I won't cry when we pack up this house and hug our goodbyes and pull out of this state (I will!) but it's a relief to know we love where we're going, too. So much so that I was teary eyed in the airport knowing we wouldn't be back for months and months. And I met a friend! I found a local mom's blog in one of my twenty bazillion google searches of all things Durango related, read it and liked her immediately, and arranged to meet up with her for lunch while we were there. She was even NICER than she seemed on the internet (which is pretty darn nice). And she knew where to get the best cupcake in town, so need I say more?
And Bug has a preschool! I'd accepted that the preschools would likely be packed solid with waiting lists and I was headed for a full winter of three kids four and under at home all day every day (paper bag, deep breaths), but managed to find a slot at one I'd had on my list. We met the director, we got a good feeling about the place, we loved the play-based Christian curriculum, and the little Mister will be off to preschool two full days a week as soon as we make it out there! He's ready. I'm ready. I'll most certainly be ready when the reality of life with three hits. But I'll still cry, because duh. He's just a WEE LITTLE INFANT!
Oh, and a house. We found a house! Eeeeeek! It's one I'd been eying on the internet for the past month, and we loved it in real life, too. Well ... I loved it right away, J needed a bit of convincing that the needed updates weren't deal breakers, just fun opportunities. And by "fun opportunities" I mean twenty hundred trips to Home Depot, a deck replacement, and a few bathroom remodels. Fun! No, but seriously, it's great, and the neighborhood a total ten. And after seeing some places where "beautiful backyard" meant "steep cliff into mountainy nothingness" and "cozy" meant "no place to put your ten boxes of Christmas decor" ... J was pretty sold on the place with the acre lot and the square footage and the fact that it has an actual office that he can call his very own. Where he can .... do officey things? I won't say much more than that for now, it's still pending inspections and such, but I'm really happy and hopeful all will go smoothly on the house front - down there and up here.
Oh, how I missed my babies, though! Their little voices and their belly laughs and their kisses and hugs ... this mama missed that. I missed my dude who wears his shades on his head to eat his snack and my girl who knows eyeshadow from mascara (still working on the eyelash curling skills). I held myself back from waking them up when we got in last night to squeeze them silly, but you better believe I was up and waiting at the bottom of the stairs when I heard the first little stirring at 7am. It was sort of like Christmas morning for a mom.
In baby news, 27 weeks this week. TWENTY SEVEN, YOU GUYS. Isn't that third trimester? I'm pretty sure it is. I'm definitely sure it means baby girl will be here in 11.6 weeks, which sounds so near I can almost feel the newborn exhaustion sinking into my bones just thinking about it. She's moving all around and stretching up toward my ribs (here we go again) and the very big news is, she just might have a name. 12 hours travel time each way = a whole lot of time to hash out our options. Which, no, I won't be sharing. Because a) we're still not for SURE for sure, and b) you already know the sex and the birth date and SOMETHING needs to remain a mystery, right?
It's after 10:00pm, which is my bedtime, so I'm not sure why I'm still up. Oh, wait, could it be the hours and hours of Housewives I'm catching up on? (OC, NJ, and NY all at once? OD.) But you guys? NEW YORK? What is happening there? That opening conversation between The Countess and The Blonde Whose Name I Don't Care Enough To Recall? SNORE. The whole show was a sad, lonely, Simonless bore! I shut it off halfway through! Is it even worth turning back on? Or do I just give up, walk away, sever ties? These are major life decisions, yall! Oh and speaking of SNORING, Emily the Bachelorette? So. Boring. You can SO do better, summer television! Teen Mom, please don't disappoint. Please?
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