Still here

A quick summary...
We sold our house, at an alarming rate.
We moved.
Into an apartment.
Rocco got boarded at a kennel in the country, because he'd lose his mind in apt with no backyard.
I can't believe we're spending that much on a dog.
I miss him in our old house.
I miss cooking dinner while drinking a beer/glass of wine and listening to music while Keith and the boys play in the backyard.
We'll be moving by the end of January, hopefully, if the weather will get its shit together.
I can't wait.
I'm picking colors and furniture in my head...
I can't wait.
I'm thinking about having another baby.
I'm thinking about not having more babies.
I'm thinking about waiting on when to decide on another baby.
I'm thinking about having 3 boys...I like to be queen.
I'm thinking how different having a little girl would be.
I'm thinking about all the clothes and fun girl stuff.
I'm thinking I love to shop...for myself.
But, I'm vowing to not sign up for any more shopping/wine tasting events...ever.
I've started Christmas shopping, now, I just need to finish.
Keith is crazy busy and he uses our jam-packed closet and bathroom as his office.
We celebrated our 8th year wedding anniversary and Keith inscribed my card with "this was given to you at the Gables" (our apts, inside joke)
Our new favorite line from last week's SNL is "you're too pretty for a condom" HAHAHAHAHA
It used to be "you gotta get yuh-self a chandalier. like dis one. or dat one. or dis one."
Kale sings along to 3 by Britney Spears and when he says "4...on the floor" it almost makes me want to change the song.
Because, halllloooo...not appropriate (listen to the words, you'll know what I mean)...but I love the song, so I sing along.
The Empire State of Mind song makes me want to go to New York.
Mack has Buzz Lightyear pajamas and he swings his arms upward and says "Buzz Doo-Doo" cuz he can't say Lightyear.
I went to The Pioneer Woman cookbook signing and it has the best recipes, hands down.
I'll be cooking from that thing from now to eternity.
And, when (or if) the boys marry...I'll just handover a copy to my daughter-in-laws and tell'em this is what they like to eat.
I'm so glad they're little.