1. As of last Thursday we have signed a lease on a condo for rent. It's in a secured building, almost 400 more square feet, including a 3rd bedroom, and will end up costing us $150 less a month. Things really do work out for the best, don't they?
2. Our move date is the 22nd, and so far we've packed a little over 50% of the apartment. I need to finish the kitchen, then work on the few things in the bedroom. James discovered he could put things in boxes and then take them out. Apparently he wants to help pack and unpack.
3. We'd actually be further along with packing, but there was an unforeseen issue. James woke up at 3:30 am on Friday morning with a bad stomach. He spent the day sleeping when he wasn't throwing up. By 10 that night, things seemed to have calmed down, and we went to bed hoping that was it.
4. On Saturday morning, at exactly 8:03 am, I ran to the bathroom from a dead sleep. Thus began the worst 12 hours of my life. My husband took care of James, but when the great-grandparents called to check on their baby and offered to watch him, daddy did the smart thing and handed him over. This allowed me to sleep, daddy to get a little sick, and James to get the attention and care he needed. They brought him home at 7, left us at 9, and James went to bed at 10.
5. Sunday morning had us all feeling better, but James was 1 day ahead of us in recovery and in full energy mode. Again, the great-grandparents were over to play with him for 3 hours, and that helped as daddy needed a nap and mommy hadn't eaten more then 2 pieces of toast and a saltine cracker since Friday.
So how was your weekend?
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