It's Gobbles Time!: A Month's Worth

I can't believe it's October. I can't believe my son will be two in less than 10 weeks. I can't believe I'll have two children in four months. And I can't believe we're not starting the fall in a new house.

100 days on the market, priced at what we payed 6 years ago, already taking a loss if you include the basement renovations and other improvements we made. I know the market is terrible and it's a stupid time to sell when you don't have to, but it's such a good time to buy that we can manage to get our forever home without breaking the bank if we could just unload this place. I'm frustrated, having fantasized about having a big birthday party for Gobbles 2nd, something that likely cannot happen in the middle of winter in our little abode. Hubs doesn't want to squeeze so may people inside to the point of discomfort... he forgot about the time when we had over 30 people stashed in our basement, beer pong and all, when our bbq got rained out.

I just wish I could let it go and accept that we may be here a few more years. But the thought of bringing our Pod back here and unloading all our excess furniture and junk seems like such a failure to me, such a waste of time and money. If all of this didn't take up my every waking thought, maybe I'd have the time to write about how awesome my son is, or how excited I am to meet my daughter.

So, house stress out. Moving on...

Gobbles is getting older with every second that ticks by. A month or so I wrote about converting the crib to a big boy bed, but I never thought we'd have to find a solution at Grandma's too. The other day while he was over there and went down for a nap, he climbed out of the pack and play. He was somehow able to monkey up the mesh side of the pack and play enough to get out. Twice. This of course sent my parents into a tizzy of panic about never being able to have him sleep over again, but we'll figure something out I'm sure.

He's also started speaking in simple sentences, counting to twenty, and showing a bit of an attitude. Mommy, I tired. Good GIRL Spoons (shpumps). NO! Gobbles' turn! (lord help me) I'm amazed at the rapid changes in him but at the same time can barely remember what he was like just a few months ago... thank goodness I'm recording it in some way! Now our only hope is that the sharing gets a bit better by the time Lil Lobster Roll makes her appearance. Today while I was home sick with him (well, he had a fever yesterday but there's that pesky 24 hour fever free policy at daycare), we practiced sharing, but instead of letting me have what I asked him to share, he looked at me with pity and offered hugs. That's not going to cut it buddy, hugs won't do when it's your turn to buy a round at the bar.

We've been having a ton of fun though lately, and overall I love this age. As tired as I get from all of the random weekend activities we do, it's always cool to see Gobbles experience something new. In the last three weeks he's been on the moon bounce at our neighborhood block party, to the Please Touch Museum, and to a township parade. Now parades are nothing new to him (kicking myself right now, just looked back to link up to a 4th of july post which a never MADE. I have the best pics and videos of him dancing!) but it's funny to see what a few months can do to his reactions to certain things. He can now identify a lot of the participants - fire trucks, horses, kids, etc, when before he just gazed in awe.

Now if only I can keep this thing updated more often, I wouldn't have to put so many pictures in one post...

Ha! Sick day? I fooled you Mommy! I faked my temp yesterday at school just so I could have today off with you! I even manipulated you into getting me pizza because you felt so bad for me missing pizza day at school. bah ha ha ha ha!