I was just about to fall asleep a little while ago when I heard a crash in the living room. Since we are working on the kids’ room, we have a lot piled up in the living room, and we have three cats… nuff said. Didn’t look like anything was broken, but now I’m wired, so I figure I’ll give you an update that’s not much of an update.
No word on a court date. No word on whether our case has been filed in the courts. No word on the possible additional trip. However, a family traveling next week is being very kind and taking pictures of the kids for us so in a few weeks, we will have updated pics.
Also, I can’t get out of my head that he’s going to be playing soccer and she’s going to be taking ballet classes. I have no idea where I’m getting these thoughts from. I played soccer and took ballet classes. Hated soccer, and while I liked dance classes in the beginning (like when I was 4 or 5), I really disliked it when I was 7 or 8, and quit after the 4th grade. It is completely illogical. If they show interest in either or anything else, we’ll give them the opportunity to do it and encourage them, but for whatever reason it’s set in my mind. I see soccer, I think of him. I see ballet shoes I think of her. Weird.
Is this the paper pregnancy version of hormones getting the best of me?