i don't know why i always feel like i need to have either a) pictures or b) something terribly exciting in order to post something on my blog. so, here is a less exciting post, minus pictures.
we are finally moved into our cute little apartment...yay! i don't know how big it is for sure, but it can't be more than 700 square feet. maybe 750. something about living in a little place is humbling, and i like it. i like that we have to get rid of stuff that we don't absolutely need and/or love. i like that we are in close quarters, and are basically all in the same room. i like having to work at making it all come together. what i don't love...is that we still have stuff in storage. we make trips to the storage unit often. so often, in fact, that when i asked thomas what his baby's name was the other day...he said "storage." it sounded very much like george though, so his baby is now named george...which is somehow a fitting name for his beloved naked "beebee." i still have yet to find the pedal for my sewing machine, so we still don't have halloween costumes. i am no great seamstress, but somehow buying costumes just doesn't work for me. they have to be made by us, in some way. even if that means drawing a mustache and stuffing your shirt with batting...it can't be a full fledged store bought costume. i know, i'm weird. i blame my mom, for always making fantastic halloween costumes. i have some big shoes to fill.
thomas has been sleeping on his mattress on the floor for the past week, because we hadn't gotten around to putting his crib together. i have known for some time that he would be perfectly find in a toddler bed, but i just couldn't bring myself to make the switch, since he is, after all, my baby. i want him to be a baby, not a big kid. i feel like people now a days try to make their kids grow up too fast (which is an entirely different post all together).
so tonight we put his crib together, and only put one of the sides on. so he is officially in a real bed, and for some reason it just kills me. i no longer have a little guy who sleeps in a crib. something about that just tugs at my mama heart. however, at the same time, i love, love, LOVE this age. whoever said the twos were terrible is crazy. yes, he is crabby sometimes, and yes he wants his way. but...he is also very loving, and very excited about everything, yet he can still do many things on his own. he's also talking nonstop, and learns something new about every 5 minutes. i love my little guy.
steven has already had three interviews. he interviewed at the medical college of wisconsin and wayne state in detroit about two weeks ago, and has been placed on the waiting list at both schools. frustrating. we drove to scranton, pa for an interview on friday, and he should hear from them in the next week or two. and, he is flying to portland for an interview at ohsu next week (which we are very excited about). ohsu would be fantastic! our families would be four hours away, and it's a really good school. pray for him!
tibit of information: our new ward has 500 members that attend each week. 900 members in the ward all together. it's crazy. the chapel is L-shaped, and we couldn't even see the speaker today. there are two relief societies, and two elders quorums. it's like going to stake conference each week. weird, huh?
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I'm confused. I thought Steven was in med school out there, and that was why you move out there. You have some explaining to do!
I agree that out babies grow up to fast. I've loved every stage but it makes me sad that he is no longer a little baby, he is a crazy running talking toddler now! We miss you guys!
in regards to his big boy bed... it truly is sad, your breakdown of how you were feeling took me back to that day, only it happened MUCH differently for us. Brooks, against all my attempts to getting him not to, grew up much too quickly on his own, he has his daddy's willpower. Crawling at 4 months, walking at 9, he was doing the MacGyver move over his crib at 10 months old! and then he couldn't figure out how to get back in. i would wake up to find him either sleeping on the ground! :( or in the double bed (guest bed) which was also in his room. We had a video camera monitor so we would watch him do it.. amazing and scary how he'd orchestrate his moves.. Corban however seems much more mellow and laid back... thank goodness! its my plan to nurse him till he's 5 and keep him in his crib until he's 10. (not really, but you get the point).. <3 ya!
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