So I've noticed that my son seems to keep a schedule as far as when he is most active. Which is cool and all, but why exactly must he practice break-dancing right when I am trying to go to sleep? Tonight especially he's keeping me up, either trying to escape or building a summer home, not sure which.
In other news, although I am very tired of it, house hunting today was especially good. We saw one house that I really love, and one that Anderson really loves. Sadly, they are two different houses. Anderson claims that since I picked going to Honduras and moving to Nashville, he gets to pick the house now. And then I told him his house was dumb. We are very mature.
It's crazy, being all grown up, having a baby, buying a house. Part of me freaks out a bit whenever I think about it like this and about being almost 27, and I think, what happened to freshman year and all my various cool college roomies and friends and abandoned houses with baby bats and road trips to NOLA and the coast and going to shows and BSing at Waffle house at 3 in the morning....seems like it all passed by too quickly.
But it's also cool, moving into this new phase in life. Having a house means a yard and a garden and hardwood floors and painting. And then today we were watching House reruns, and one came on about a kid who was going to die, and I thought, oh man, what if my kid dies? And I got really sad. But it was kind of good, because I think it reaffirmed too how much I really want him and am ready for him. I feel really fortunate for that because obviously that's not something that everyone who has a baby gets to feel. Of course, if I had gotten pregnant earlier, I know we would have adjusted and been happy about it, but I'm glad we're at this place where we both feel ready and excited.
I feel like I said "cool" too many times in this post. And maybe started too many sentences with conjunctions. But that's a dumb rule anyway. See how I just broke it twice more? What a rebel.