First, thank you to everyone who read, commented, sent e-mails, or called about our sad news from yesterday. I am enormously appreciative of all your kind words, support and friendship.
Second, Matt was offered the job today which means we do not have to move. More on that later, but this is good news.
I am staying light today. Here's a few of the zillions of adorable things that my kids have said or done recently.
Proof that she watches Dora, but doesn't exactly understand it:
On Halloween day, while Jane was prancing around in her glorified bathing suit/dance outfit/princess/fairy dress, I suggested she put on a sweater to keep warm.
Me: Trying to get her to keep it on. Oh that poncho looks so great with your costume!
Jane: Spins around a little for flair. Thank-you, my darling.
Me: Smiling at her theatrical response. Your welcome, sweetie.
Jane: Looking up to explain what she said. "Darling" is Spanish for English.
Me: OK, sweetie, whatever you say.
Proof that he's all boy:
After Jane's school pictures came home, Scott couldn't wait to check them out.
Scott: Is that your teacher? Eying up Jane's pretty, blond, tan, well-dressed teacher.
Jane: Yes! So proud.
Scott: Wow. I would totally have a crush on her if she was my teacher.
Me: Um, what?!? Need I remind you that he is only 6!
Proof that she'll be fine even if she doesn't have a sister:
As we rounded the corner on our way to my mom's house and Jane realized that her friend, Annie, lives near by.
Jane: Annie lives down there!
Me: Yes, she does, sweetie.
Jane: She's my bestest friend in the wholest, widest world! And her sister, Kate, too! She's my bestest friend in the wholest, widest world, too!
Me: You are very lucky to have such great friends right here in your neighborhood, honey.
Proof that boys look out for their mommies:
I recently had to take an antibiotic and had both kids with me when I pulled up to the drug store drive-thru.
Me: After getting the pills and taking a look at them. Damn.
Scott: What? What's wrong?!
Me: Oh, I forgot to tell them to give me small pills. You know, I don't like to take pills and it makes me kind of anxious to think I have to get 2 of these down each day for a whole week.
Scott: Well, take them back. You can't do it 14 times if it is too hard!
Me: I'll be OK. Grownups have to just deal sometimes.
Each day he asked me if I took the pill alright and then kept count of how many I had left.
Scott: It's been 3 days now. You have 8 pills left. Almost half way there.
Scott: Only 4 pills left. You are doing such a great job, mommy!
Scott: Wow, you did it, they're all gone!
Me: Thanks, sweetie! It helped me a lot knowing that you were cheering me along.