The decision was made when we thought about how we're selling our house, and how we wanted to list by today, and how going up north meant sacrificing 4 working days where I don't have to paint at home alone with a baby who is growing more and more mobile every day (and who I believe is teething and is DARN fussy when he's awake!)
And you know what? We had a wonderful weekend, lack of a vacation notwithstanding!
We finished our yardwork. We painted the entire basement. We finished touching up the bedroom. We did some laundry. We got to spend an afternoon with Joel, who was visiting for the weekend. We went to our ward bbq. We spent time at the beach, swimming in the warm water and enjoying babies and Junior Mints. We had some out-of-town friends of Aaron and Rachelle's over for dinner with A and R and we ate the most delicious food. AND to top it all off, we went to Primary, which otherwise would have been devoid of its entire presidency this Sunday, owing to Dianna's being in AB and Janine's attending a her niece's baby blessing. I, for one, feel pretty great about our weekend!
I've been made aware that my details on the moving bit have been a little lacking, and to ease some concern, let me just say that Matthew and I are doing fine. We're okay! We're paying our bills, and we're not falling into oodles of debt. But it doesn't always feel nice to just be hovering and making ends meet. I mean, sometimes you want ends to overlap, right? So that's what we're doing. We have some equity in the house that we'd really like to have in our hands, and not have stuck in the house's value, so we're selling to get that equity out. Make sense?
In the meantime, let me just say that selling a house Sucks. Yes, with a capital 's'. I think moving is super exciting, or at least the voluntary, "I chose to move" sort of moving, but this is my first time selling my house and I really *REALLY* don't like it. Suddenly I'm critical of the little things in my house, like whether or not the closet door handles are modern enough, and I'm stressed with getting the house in tip-top modernized shape, and it doesn't need to be. I could save myself a lot of stress by realizing that closet doors handles and well-sewn curtains do not sell houses.
In the meantime, we're working on the big things that really DO sell houses. Our downstairs bathroom is completely redone, we have laminate floors instead of stained, flattened, gross pink carpets in our living room, we've painted over the cat-scratched walls in the front hallway and our bedroom, and we've repaired all sorts of spots in the basement and given it a fresh coat of paint. Lots of changes, and there's more to come, seeing as we are now redoing our upstairs bathroom too. AHHH when will it end?!?! This house had just better sell quickly, I'm telling you, because we are not going to get nearly as much as we've put into it.
Anyway, long story short, all the preparations are making me tired. I haven't been posting all the random things I wanted to post this week because every spare second I get when Elijah is in bed I have been using to further the work so that we can list. On the upside though, this could all be worse. Elijah COULD be crawling. So thank heavens he isn't!
He's doing really well though. The last few nights have been really hard with him, as he's been getting up SO often, and then not napping well throughout the day, hence why I believe he's teething, but I just keep reminding myself that it doesn't last forever, and before I know it he'll be on to a different routine.
Oh, I was going to post about his MRI. It was now almost 2 weeks ago, so let's see what I can remember.
I had been SO worried that he'd be beside himself with hunger, because the MRI was scheduled for 7:15am, and I couldn't feed him any later than 1:15am, but he slept soundly, woke up happily at 5:30am, had a great drive to the hospital, even fell asleep for a bit, and then was all smiles for the entire staff. Not once did he fuss about being hungry or short on sleep, he was such a little angel! And then they put him in this cute little hospital robe and I was kicking myself for not bringing the camera. I thought to, but then I thought, "What mother takes pictures of her sad, hungry, crying baby, just so she can blog about the experience?" Really. I thought it'd be crass of me, but I really regret not bringing it and have resolved to bring my camera everywhere, crass or not, because I totally missed one of the cutest things I've ever seen Elijah doing and wearing. You could not find a happier baby that morning.
Then they gave him the needle for the I.V. and he was very sad, but I think that's understandable. It was kind of a miracle though, the nurse was really having trouble finding a vein to put the I.V. into, and was worried about poking him again and again, but it ended up going in on the first try. She said, "There was heavenly help in that, I'm telling you!" and I believe her 100%. Before we left in the morning Matthew had given Elijah a priesthood blessing, and among the other things said, Elijah was blessed that he'd not have to experience any more pain than he had to, and that totally came true.
We watched him be put under (through the I.V., so no gas mask, hurray!) and that was sad and really hard, because he was crying a little still and fighting it, and then his eyes closed, and we had to lay him down on the bed. It was so hard leaving him there, lying unconscious on the stretcher.
The MRI took just over an hour and a quarter, and when we came back he was asleep still, but not under any medication. He slept for probably 1/2 an hour then, and finally started coming around. And once more, he wasn't crying or grouchy! He just started moving groggily, smiling and making the cutest little sighs and squeals. He was like a deadweight, 17.5 lb newborn to hold, and man, he was high as a kite. It was kind of hilarious how happy he was, and totally unconcerned about everything, even the fact that he hadn't eaten in 9-10 hours. It took about an hour more for him to recover enough to feed, and then we were finally able to come home.
We don't have the results yet, I need to book an appointment with the doctor who ordered the ultrasound, but we're hoping that we don't have to come in and that she can give the results over the phone (especially because that would mean there's nothing to come in FOR and that he's totally fine.)
So there. A big long story, sadly without the cutest photos ever. Because that's what they would have been.
And now for other photos, just to make up for the lack of MRI photos:
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| Elijah has been doing this hilarious shrugging thing whenever he's happy and being coy (in my opinion!) It's like he's trying to look at you shyly! |
| Eli has been falling cuddling and falling asleep like this more and more. I love it! |
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| Could she possibly look any more hilarious and adorable? She looks like she's from the 60's! |
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| Eli wit his Uncle Joel. It was their first time meeting, and they hit it off pretty well! |
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| Terrah was being so cute, watching Rachelle eat, smiling lots, and generally just being her beautiful self. |
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| Some serious toe-chomping going on here. He really only does it when his feet are bare, but it's so cute. |
The long and short of it is, we had a good weekend!
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