I quit my job. I was working 30 hours a week from home and it was very stressful. I hated it. My home life was suffering. I rarely had time to make dinner, grocery shop or sleep. I was going to bed at 2am every night, struggling to get my work done. I made the executive decision to quit. Kiel said ok. Done! Now I'm budgeting better to make up for the economic opportunity loss. I'm back to clipping coupons, checking out the sales, meal planning and making Kiel's lunch.
Kiel put in his transfer paper work for Dublin and a few alternative cities if he doesn't get his first pick, all are in the bay area.
We are house hunting and hope to be home owners by June. We are looking mostly in Brentwood but also in Dublin and Clayton. Brentwood homes are really nice, great schools and decent neighborhoods with low crime rate. Of course Dublin and Clayton are better but what we can afford to buy will get us a 3 bedroom condo versus a 5 bedroom house in Brentwood. Oh the stress and excitement jumbled up in one giant package. We are looking for a home to raise our family in, a great community and a nice neighborhood.
Church is now at 9am. The stress of trying to get two kids ready and myself and be there on time so I can serve in my calling is very overwhelming. I bathed myself and the babies the night before and had the diaper bag packed and ready to go. I was still twenty minutes late. Sacrament is at the end again. I should be there at 8:45 so I can help prep the primary room. Anyway this wasn't the hard part, managing both babies during sacrament was nearly impossible. Bruce was awful. He threw his quiet toys, crawled under benches, tried to escape and succeeded more than once, running up and down the chapel laughing all the way. Then when I pulled out the snacks he insisted on getting them himself and of course made a mess doing so. People must have felt sorry for me because three people got up to help escort me and my two little ones to my car during closing prayer. (We had to leave because Bruce was throwing the biggest temper tantrum.) These are the days I wish Kiel had a normal 9 to 5 job.
Both babies are sick. We see the doctor again today. Rhyan's cough has gotten worse which is not the best news. Bruce just started a cough, so I decided to take him in too.
Bruce is saying a lot of words. He is a talking parrot and surprises me everyday with a new word. He says, poo poos, pee pees, cookie, guck (truck), ca (car), he has some what of a new york accent, he says; Amen, more, hungry (and signs it too), chips, turkey, shoes, lights, on, off, up, down, phew (pee eww), side (outside), out, please, thank you, baby, sissy, mommy, daddy and of course our favorite (eye roll) No and no no and no, stop it. When he says "no no" it means he is doing something he shouldn't. He mimics everything. He is very cute and fun but a handful to say the least. Here he is dancing with his dad.
Bruce got glow in the dark pj's from Omi and Opa for Christmas and absolutely loves them. He asks us to turn off the lights so he can walk around in the dark and check out his pj's in the mirror. He also started walking around with a blanket over his head. He thinks it's funny when he runs into things. And he also started to spin in circles.
He's also a big boy in nursery although he is the youngest in his class. I get reports that he is such a gentlemen and shares his snacks with the ladies ;) Here he is during song time. Of course he doesn't sit in a chair by himself yet.
Rhyan is also rolling over both ways and grabbing her toys. She sits up a tiny bit and started rice cereal today. She is growing up so fast.
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