One of my dear readers so lovingly gave me a kick in the arse and told me to update because she was DYING without my blog. I seem to have that affect a lot on people. ;)
So, just for you, here's an update:
Things are okay. I am indeed doing better than I was in my last post, as cryptic as I may have been. And, nope, sorry, still not ready to really talk about what happened, but it's safe to say that the worst is definitely behind me, and I'm super dee duper grateful for that.
I can't believe Christmas is in, like, A WEEK. Sweet sassy frassy, I still have a TON of shopping to do. I always think I have plenty of time, until suddenly, I like don't, and I start scrambling around, trying to get everything done before the big day. It's sufficient to say I am officially in Scrambling Mode. Also, I'M SELFISH. I went to the mall yesterday, intent on buying my remaining gifts...only to be waylaid by Buckle and their beautiful Rock Revivals. I won't tell you the shameful things that went on there, let's just say though, MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS TO ME!!!! Woops.
Anyway, so aside from my selfishness and my need to get more on the ball and shop, I am excited for Christmas. I LOVE the holidays having kids, because Cade is SO EXCITED for Christmas, and his excitement is infectious. He has sat on Santa's lap twice, and once he asked for an iPad (crap) and the second time he asked for, well...he asked for a shark blimp. I wasn't sure of what it was, until I found it on Amazon - it is indeed an inflatable FLYING shark that's about as big as a baby crib. And yes, your next guess is correct - I am THRILLED about having that piece of crap in my house for the next couple years, taking up precious storage space. Sheesh. Whatever happened to wanting normal stuff, like race cars and action figures? Now my 5 year old wants a computer that's worth more than his life, and a flying shark? Really? Sigh. Good thing Santa's more generous than Cade's own mama... ;) PS - That Santa looks a little rough around the edges. Couldn't he at least have combed his gross, pubey beard?
In Mila news, she's great - really she is - but she's kind of useless. I mean, she STILL can't do anything. She's 4 1/2 months old and she hasn't yet figured out how to roll over. She still won't hold toys. Which, of course, means she entirely depends on me to entertain her. And I love her, and I'm mostly just teasing, but I kind of want her to start doing something! Hello baby chica! Stop being so boring!! Do you think she'll read this post when she's an adult and wonder if I loved her? Hmmmm.
Also, please keep our little fam in your thoughts and prayers, because Brandon is going in for an interview at work on Monday for a promotion, and while it's a long shot he'll actually get the job, we're still really hoping. Dear Santa, or God, or Satan, or Dumbledore, whichever of you is willing to give Brandon this job, I promise to worship you. Love, Brie. ;)
And that's it. I'll try to get better at more regular updates!