"Anticipation's making me high"

The coundown to our new home is on! We close/take possession on Friday at noon - and we haven't decided if we'll move in that night or wait until Saturday morning. We just can't wait.

Just normal dull things have been happening here. I thought I'd include a few excerpts from an email to a friend of mine to sum up the last few days:

Buck is still not wanting an afternoon nap & so he doesn't sleep as well at night. Woke up screaming at 4am - RKZ decides to bring him into our bed (after I told him to leave Buck until 6) - of course, the baby didn't sleep but flopped around crying on our bed. Once RKZ put him back in his crib, he slept until 6:30. So "mommy-the-zombie" is the character I'm playing today. I'm thinking of making this my halloween costume.

Thank God we'll finally be getting our stuff this weekend. I cannot wait to move into a house that is larger than the dorm rooms at Franciscan U (our condo now is feeling quite small). We move into the barren house on Friday or Saturday (our choice) & then begins the waiting for cable people & furniture etc. I was able to buy a new kitchen table and chairs at Pottery Barn. The chairs were the floor models - and I got them at 1/2 price! But RKZ still commented, "Do we always have to buy the top of the line for everything?" My response was, "well...YEAH." But I felt a little guilty. I will probably send that man to an early grave, I swear. The good news is that we'll have a table and chairs in our barren house. I guess we'll have to sleep on those :)

Lastly, I have decided to end my posts with a segment I like to call "Bad Mommy." These are the mistakes I make which Buck will use for a list when he is grown and speaking with Oprah about his sad life. Here it goes:

BAD MOMMY - while shopping with a new friend, she explained that she had her son's feet measured and bought shoes for him at a shop we passed. Since I have never measured Buck's feet, I decided to take him in to copy her example. It turns out that Buck's feet are a full size larger than the shoes I have been putting on him. No wonder I couldn't get any of his shoes on!
See? Bad Mommy.