“Or not. Whatever. Meh.”
(The new outfit is courtesy of her fabulously fashionable aunt Tracy, who requested photos of her wearing it. The only problem is that she was a huge crank this morning, so that was about as happy as she got for the photo session. Looks like these toddler years are going to be a laugh a minute.)
We have a contractor working in our kitchen as I type this. Yes, he works on Sunday – this is his side gig, not his main day job. But the tile backsplash in our kitchen (which I’ve always hated) is gone, and it’s now been re-sheetrock’ed, or re-drywall’ed, or whatever that stuff is that, um, you know… makes walls exist.
Point is, it’s lovely. And as soon as he’s finished with the walls, we can get our new kitchen counters installed. (The counters have a built-in backsplash, hence the need to take down the old tile stuff before the new ones could go in.) I suppose there wasn’t really anything wrong with the tile that we had before – my brother-in-law did it, and it looked quite nice – I just didn’t like the color scheme. It had maroon and hunter green tiles, and it reminded me of my dorm freshman year of college when my roommate and I intentionally decorated our room with those exact colors. Very early 90’s.
So after all of this is done, we just have a couple of projects left, and our house is going to be ready to go on the market. I can’t believe it. I have a feeling that it’s going to be April, though, because one of the projects is to get new kitchen cabinet doors, and apparently those take 3-4 weeks to arrive. (Btw, the reason we need new cabinet doors is because I painted our old ones and they look like crap. I’m not good at painting walls, I don’t know why on earth I ever thought I could paint an uneven surface. Lesson learned, I’ll never try that again.)
I’m doing pretty well at sticking to my goal of packing two boxes a day, so I won’t get too overwhelmed when it comes time to actually move. It serves a dual purpose, since it’s also helping to de-clutter the house so it’ll look nicer when we’re trying sell it. Yesterday, Kris came over to raid my CD collection so she could load a whole bunch of my stuff onto her iPod. I’m going to see her next week at our book club, so she can give them back to me, and I can box them up and be done with them.
It’s weird, I’m not that nervous about getting the house ready to sell, or the actual moving process. I mean, sure, that’s on the radar, but my primary source of stress is how long it’s going to take us to find someone to buy this place. We could be out of here in May, or it could be sometime in 2009, and we have no way of predicting when it will happen. My obsessive need to plan isn’t coping too well with that one. So I’m just telling everyone I know to pray (or hope, wish, meditate, send happy thoughts, whatever) that we get a buyer sooner rather than later. If any of y’all want to help me out with that, it’d be much appreciated.
This is going to be short because Cate is (finally!) asleep, and I’m right behind her. But first, I got all of the pictures from our trip to Raleigh online here.
Seriously, how cute are those two girls? Couldn’t you just bite both of them?
Also, earlier tonight I filmed a very quick video of Cate (about 1 minute long).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sELHeDhbidQWe learned at Christmas that she loves musical greeting cards, so my parents send her musical cards for pretty much every occasion. This latest one is for Easter, and it plays “Disco Duck” (naturally). Her little boogie cracks me up every time.
We just got back from what feels like a whirlwind trip to North Carolina, and we’re all completely exhausted. We had such a great time, I don’t even know where to start. It’s so pretty there, and Dave really liked it too, so it looks like we’re all on board with the idea of moving there. Yay! So now all we need to do is finish the work on our house and (this is the tricky part) actually sell the damn place, and we’ll be on our way.
It was so much fun to get to visit with Cat and Tony, and it was an absolute riot watching Cate interact with e-baby. She surprisingly didn’t freak out at e-baby’s signs of affection; maybe because she’s a girl, maybe because Cate instinctively knew she was family, who knows. But it was totally easy, and Cate had a great time playing with her little cousin. It’s going to be so much fun watching them grow up together, I cannot wait.
Other weekend stuff:
* Househunting was great because we found some neighborhoods that we really liked, and Tony’s realtor friend was fantastic. Of course, most likely nothing that we saw this weekend will still be on the market when it’s time for us to move, but at least we have a pretty good idea of where we’re going to want to focus when we start searching for real.
* We got to have dinner with two of my friends from college, which was awesome. I don’t see or talk to them nearly enough, so I always forget how much I just adore them and how much fun they are until I see them again. But it was great, and I look forward to living closer to them so we can hang out more often.
* Oh, the southern food. Fried okra, hush puppies, yum. And did you know that there are Chick-Fil-A’s in North Carolina? And there aren’t any on the west coast? We didn’t have the chance to stop at one, so poor Dave has yet to experience the joy and wonder that is Chick-Fil-A. He was all, “Is it like KFC?” Oh, sweetie, it’s just so much better, you have no idea.
* The flights sucked, as it always does when you spend more than six hours on an airplane. But thankfully, none of the flights were nearly as bad as I was anticipating. Which is not surprising, since my anxiety level was pretty much focused on the absolute worst case scenario. Cate did amazingly well, and several passengers commented on what a good baby she was. In case you were wondering, this is my highly imaginative technique: pack tons of snacks, a variety of small toys, a portable DVD player for cartoons, and when all else fails, a half-dose of children’s Benadryl won’t hurt. There you have it.
We’re leaving for our trip to Raleigh tomorrow, and I’m experiencing a combination of excitement and dread right now.
The excitement is because I know that getting to spend time with Cat, Tony & e-baby is going to be so much fun. Also, Dave and I finally get to check out the area and make sure it’s really where we want to live. We’re spending most of Saturday with a realtor, and I’m really looking forward to that.
The dread: I’m not a good flyer to begin with, and flying with a 13 month-old makes it about a hundred times more stressful. Also, this trip means that the reality of moving is starting to sink in, along with all the details that go with it. Finishing the home improvements, listing the house on the market, praying for a buyer, packing, dealing with the million little details that are involved in any move and oh my lord I need to go lie down.
Other factors on my Stress List:
1. Making sure that everything is packed. When we went to Mississippi for Christmas, I packed Dave’s stuff for him, and I think I’ll probably do that again this trip. He tends to pack about 20 minutes before we need to leave for the airport, and I cannot begin to tell you how much that drives me crazy. I like to have everything packed the night before. Since I’m already packing for both me and Cate, what’s one more person?
2. I’m trying to get the house clean, because we’re going to have a friend stopping by to check on the cats while we’re gone, and you know I can’t have people in my house when it’s messy.
3. A dozen other tiny things on my to-do list that, trust me, y’all don’t really care about.
Earlier this week, Cate woke herself up coughing. I heard her on the baby monitor and panicked. She cannot, CANNOT get sick right before we have to fly 3,000 miles across the U.S. But last night I noticed just the faintest bit of white on her gums where her top two teeth are starting to break through, so I think that’s the reason for the coughing. Or at least I hope so.
Everybody cross your fingers that we have a totally dull, uneventful flight tomorrow.
I got a couple of emails when I mentioned selling my car here, so I figured this would be worth a shot too: Does anyone out there want to adopt two of our cats? Or know someone who might?
The thing is, the idea of trying to move four cats across the U.S. is sort of overwhelming, to say the least. I think Cleo and Greta would do better to find a new home, and here’s why:
* Greta is a total outdoor cat. She’s a mouser and a hunter, she wants to be outside most of the time, and I’m worried that if we move to the suburbs, she’s going to get hit by a car the first week.
* Cleo, on the other hand, is not really an outdoor cat – she likes to be inside unless it’s really warm out – but she and Greta are totally bonded to each other. They sleep on top of each other most of the time, and I can’t stand the idea of separating them.
The decision to keep Beaumont and Teenie is easy. Beaumont is Cate’s buddy, so I don’t want to take him away from her. And Teenie is, well, mine. She’s 12 years old, I’ve had her since I was in college, and she’s not going anywhere. Plus, she’s so neurotic, I don’t think anyone else could handle her. The other perk is that Beaumont and Teenie are generally ok with each other. Teenie hisses at him, he ignores her, and they each go about their business.
By contrast, Teenie fights with both Cleo & Greta. It’s gotten to the point where they never come upstairs, and Teenie never goes downstairs. Beaumont and Cleo don’t really get along either, which is weird since they’re littermates.
The problem, of course, is trying to find a home for two adult cats with such totally different personalities. Greta is not super-friendly at first. She’s really scared of people (we have no idea what happened to her during the first year of her life, before Dave adopted her, but it was probably pretty bad), but she desperately wants affection once she finally warms up to you. Cleo, on the other hand, is a total love bug who climbs on pretty much anyone who comes in the house and purrs in their face.
It’s possible that if someone was really patient, they could train Greta to be an indoor cat. I just can’t stand the sound of her constant meowing at the back door to go out. Cleo basically already is an indoor cat, so that’s no problem.
Anyway, this is Greta:
And this is Cleo:
So if you or someone you know might have a loving home for our girls, drop me an email and let me know, ok?
There’s no daycare today, since Patsy’s daughter is having her wisdom teeth removed, and Patsy needed to be at the dentist with her. It isn’t really that big a deal, except it means that I’ve gotten virtually no work done except for during Cate’s nap. (I did, however, kick major butt for those two hours.)
Anyway, I got this video of her this morning doing her little knee walk/dance thing. It cracks me up every time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGJQP6D-cCY(Please excuse my messy living room. I know, it’s atrocious. But like I said, I haven’t been able to get anything done today, because active! toddler! wants attention! all day long!)
There are also some new pictures on Flickr.
Cate says, “Watch out, or I’ll bite you with my THREE WHOLE TEETH!!!”