(Don't read this if you cringe at cliches and cutesy (gag) wording like I do. I feel like I did WAY too much of this in this post. Oh well.)
Cole's been writing letters/coloring pictures for us lately and taping them to our door. Very, very sweet. So sweet in fact that I might start crying about it. I cried the other night to Geof. because I couldn't believe that our little Dayne was turning 5 (on Saturday!) and she, out of all three, had grown up the fastest. I KNOW she's not grown up (for those of you thinking that)..., but it's sad to me to think she won't be following me around the house anymore; getting into my make-up, singing at the top of her lungs, reading books in foreign tongues (that only she can understand). Oh, my Dayners! Back to Cole's letter. So if you can look really closely at the picture you'll see that he wrote, "te Da!". Or was it, "te Du!"? Either way it was adorable when he translated it to me. Love my Cole. He's such a little stinker in so many ways but has the most tender (Yes! I am using that word. Don't get nauseated!) heart. Can't think of a better word to describe it. One of my friends once said that boys were very "endearing". I can't agree more. The thought of having another child tires me, but I'd do it again if I knew it was a boy.
I love my girls. I really do. But too many girls? No thank you. June is officially potty-trained!! Should I really come out and say that since it's been almost a year now that I've been putting her in underwear and proclaiming on my blog that it's time? Well, I think it really is time. She's gone 4 days now and although nightime is still in diapers, she's actually telling us now when she needs to go which is something she never did before. We are happy!...about her being potty-trained. We're not happy that it'll be yet another year before we can buy a house (those lenders have really tightened their belts (right term?) and won't lend to the self-employed of less than two years) and another year in this rental. I know I drive poor Geof. crazy searching for homes all the time. When I get something in my head (like the perfect bedroom above), I can't get it out! I want a nice, clean, urine-free home! And you wouldn't believe how hard those are to come by. Especially when there are only a few pockets that we're willing to live in, that are reasonably priced, etc. And it all comes down to this: is it worth it to move Cole to yet another school so I can be happier in my kitchen?? Just for one year (since we'd hopefully be buying in year, anyway)? We did a lot of thinking and praying on this yesterday since we found the cutest house...with a yard!! A yard with grass, I mean. Not dirt like we have now. So, like I said we did a lot of praying and thinking and talking and came back to the fact that Cole's security and happiness is worth more than those other things. Dayne will start Kindergarten and Cole will begin a second year at the same school. A good school, too. That makes us happy. ...AND,back to June.
June's saying so much more. Full, clear sentences (in my opinion). Not a baby anymore. She does let me hold her like a baby, though and I can't be happier about that. We are going camping for Dayne's birthday this weekend. I'm excited/scared. My knee surgery was last week and I still limp around just as much as before. Hopefully the weather's nice and we can just lay around on the beach. Yeah right. We lost BOTH Cole and Dayne last time we went to VA Beach. However, this time should be completely different since it's not the middle of summer, and we've learned that there are much less crowded beaches in VA Beach. Happy, again.