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I have a great relationship with my parents. I’m lucky that way. Especially my dad, I think because we have such similar personalities. I talk to him usually at least 2-3 times a week. So yesterday… yesterday I called him and I’m talking to him while I was feeding Madison and he was cracking me up (as per usual). We ended the conversation on a goofy note, I clicked the ‘disconnect’ button on the phone and looked at Madi and said, “Grandpa is such a weirdo!”

Only…

I didn’t click the disconnect button like I thought I had. And my dad made a little comment then hung up.

DOH!!!

He called me back later and we ended up spending the day at their house - and not surprisingly I was teased for calling Grandpa a weirdo.

Hi. My name is Mort E. Fied.

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Photo courtesy of my lovely cousin, Jenny.

The phone rings. It’s Greg.

G: Hey. I’m on the bus. I caught the 4:30 and we’re just crossing Devonshire.
Me: That’s super! Hey, did you know that ♪ the wheels on the bus go round-and-round, ♪ round-and-round, ROUND-aaaand-rou…
G: Hey, I gotta go. *click*

Where? Where does he have to go? He’s ON THE BUS!!

I think you should watch this, if you haven’t already.

via Randy Pausch’s home page

I really haven’t said anything about anything related to the move SINCE the move. And well… I’m trying to block the experience from my head. It was a Very Murphy Move. The knee, the cat, the overlong van rental and how we ended leaving behind a lot of our things at the townhouse.

I’m not really going to discuss too much about the house right now until certain issues are resolved and until I’m not completely stressed out about a jillion things. I’ll get over myself eventually, but right now? Stressed.

Things I’m down with right now? My knee is doing a lot better. It’s still really swollen, but it’s not broken or sprained. There is a huge knot in my shin and my ankle is messed up (the whole leg just swolled right up and turned black and blue, including my foot - hi Cankle. You’re swell. Hahahaha!!) BUT. It’s starting to feel better, and that my friends, is what we call progress. Intelligently planned, ehhhh… not so much.

We’ve got blinds scheduled to be installed next week. You don’t even KNOW how much excitement that gives me. Lots. Especially since my husband Has No Shame. What, with the neighbors being able to See Everything. Oh my gosh. You don’t want to know. It’s mortifying. (Trust me, not saying anything to you he hasn’t shrugged off eleventy billion times.) Can’t wait for the install.

Also? We got AT&T U-verse, which is the most awesome of all television services. Dude, I can pull my flickr pics up on my television. HOW COOL IS THAT?? (Very.) Also, it has many other neat features - but I’m not paid to endorse them, so really, just know that I’m down, is all. Yeeee. Not that I’ve been watching much television (except Dancing With the Stars), been reading a lot).

In other news, here are a few things that I cannot gripe about whatsoever, in no particular order:

1. The view from our house
2. The quiet
3. My children
4. The color red
5. Having a roof over my familys’ head
6. Central air
7. My kitchen

There are more, but I thought I would leave on a little bit of an up note.

You know those cutesy little cartoons that say things like “Happiness is… …cuddling.” Or some tripe like that. I do not relate.

They need to come out with a one panel cartoon that says, “Happiness is… …your cat barfs in front of the baby who crawls through it, tracking it on the new carpet, and then you discover it when you pick him up and he smooshes cat barf on your clothes and then lays a really snotty kiss right on your mouth.”

Because THAT. THAT is something I relate to.

A year ago today was Mother’s Day. I remember that I was so sad that day. I thought, “really now, we’ve done all the things we’ve needed to do to become parents and it’s been over a WEEK - so where is my baby, already?”

Verbatim, I thought that. (

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Talk about self-indulgent. My today me would like to go back in time and pop the then-me right in the forehead. Seriously, I was such a dip. I had no idea that I just needed to be a little more patient and everything we’d done would pay off more than I could have ever imagined.

The then-me, the self-indulgent sulking-like-a-teenager me, just didn’t realize that if I could only wait another day - just ONE more day - everything would be Right. A lot more complicated, but so Good. So worth waiting just one more day.

Today is my sweet, quirky, silly, smart little turkey was born. I am grateful to the woman who gave birth to him so that he could be our son. I hope that she’s okay. But most of all, I’m thrilled that he’s my little boy. My fiery little Aidan.

Greg and I are so grateful and fortunate (those words don’t even convey the sentiment on a scale grand enough) to have this little blonde-haired, blue-eyed, squawking, balloon-loving, cat-molesting, kiss-giving, snuggly little boy in our family, as our son.

Happy Birthday Aidan! You’re an awesome boy. Mama loves you times infinity.

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Found the cat after she’d been missing for over 5 hours. Dumb cat. (Thank goodness.)

Fell and it looks like my right knee is either sprained or strained. Very swollen, black and blue and hard to move. That’s not even the worst part - I was holding Aidan. He didn’t get hurt at all, thank God.

Sitting in the loft with Greg and Aidan (Madi’s in bed). So happy today is behind us.

So so happy.

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Well… One of the cats escaped while the movers were here. I’m completely freaked out. My little pygmy persian fancy feast kitty… Complete with Alzheimers and no front claws.

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I am currently leaning into my kitchen island and typing this into my crackberry in my house. No real internet for another week, but do I care? Nooooo! In other newa the movers are kicking srs butt getting our stuff in.

So excited (and I just can’t hide it)!