Here's what's up with the Laughery Clan. By the way, in case you're one of those people like me who wants to know how to pronounce people's names...we say la-ow-ree...low-ry...lawlry...not Laugh-ery. It's confusing. I know. When I tried to spell it out phonetically for my Masters degree ceremony, the chickie wrote down "owl-rey"...so that's cool. "Andrea "Owl" Laughery" please come up and get hooded. Cool nickname.
| One |The biggest and most exciting tidbit I have to share here today is that we are potentially home owners (again)! I know I just wrote a sad little post whining about where our perfect home was, and the next day we got good news! One of the homes that we were in contract with for a short sale came through! The bank originally counted 80,000 (yes, that many zeroes) HIGHER than our offer, so we obviously figured that perfect home wasn't going to be the one. Turns out the bank lost some paperwork, and instead of gathering it all up again they just decided to accept our offer. Well, alright then! We have our inspection today, and if all goes well we should close soon! I was starting to feel anxious about moving, because I hate change and I'm really uncomfortable moving out of my zone. The summers here on the water are so heavenly and I felt like not finding a home was a sign to stay. Well, the next sign came flashing neon when a rat died in our furnace, our washing machine broke again, the sugar ants started marching and singing all over the kitchen counter, and the abundant rain reminded me why more indoor space will be a huge blessing. I'm ready to move (but don't worry future renters, we will fix these issues!) Also, Ben gets to have a real bathtub, and Justin's commute is slashed by 40 minutes. YES!
| Two |I weaned Ben from breastfeeding last month, but this is funny. If it makes you comfortable to cover up, then by all means do (I did from time to time), but this comic really sheds some light on how silly it is that our culture has shoved baby mammals under blankets.
| Three |THE trip. You know, the big one. It's coming up. In five weeks my husband and I will be flying away from our sweet boy for a little one-on-one adventuring together. I felt crazy about leaving my son, but hey, if you can...you should. It's a surprise to my husband where we are going, so I definitely have some creative packing to start thinking about. Red beard also is just finishing his scuba certification (has his last open water dive tomorrow), and I'm trying to figure out if he can bring his gear with him to dive at one of our locations.
| Four |After my whole ankle spraining fiasco, working out rigorously like I had been is proving difficult. We were able to climb up Mount Ellinor without major issues, but trying to do T25 in our living room is not happening. I've been able to get in 45 to 65 minutes of cardio on our stationary bike every day, so that is helping me maintain, but I'm kind of "stuck" at my current fitness level and I'm looking forward to my ankle being fully healed soon.
| Five |Stranger at store: "Awww, he is so cute! What a flirt! How old is he?"
Me: "Thanks, he sure thinks so! He is almost 19 months!"
SAS: Confused look...appears to be counting...
Me: "Oh, um, he's a year and a half old."
So, I guess it's time to stop telling people Ben's age in weeks or months. Ha! I'm that annoying mom.