Sunday morning, and Grace and I are sitting at the kitchen table. She's eating Life cereal, singing songs, and telling me the last names of all her classmates at pre-school. She's better at learning names than I am! Also, Grace is reporting some bad news to me--her imaginary friend Hannah is sick with a broken arm. This probably means a round of Doctor Grace and Nurse Daddy after breakfast.
As if our lives wouldn't be interesting enough with Michelle's upcoming amniocentesis, we sold our house last week (to the very first person who looked at it). So now we're freaking out, because we hadn't started looking for anything. We were under the wrong assumption that it would take awhile to sell our house. Because our current house is a raised ranch, we reached the conclusion over the winter that it wasn't going to be practical for us as Grace continued to grow, as we used her Standing Dani and wheelchair more and more, and as Michelle became more and more pregnant. We're looking for a ranch-style home, which as anybody who's been in the hills of Sioux City knows isn't as common as you'd think here. We're not worried yet, but if we're still looking a few weeks from now, things might get more urgent (we're supposed to be out of here by June 17).
No comments:
Post a Comment