The Only Constant In Life...

... It's change.  The reason we have taken a little blogging break is that recently our lives were thrown into chaos.  No Bubita is still not here.  But remember when we were out "just looking" at a housing development back May 1st?  Well, we actually got down and looked at the model home.  We probably should not have done that. 

Cute sleeping habits of Bubeaner

(at the hotel) 

We were mainly just using it as an excuse to stretch our legs from the long drive.  And we sincerely did not even consider their floor plans since our wish list was pretty hard to find in a one-story house (a non-negotiable item for us).  Imagine our surprise when the market agent informed us she had a contract just fall through on a house that matched our wish list almost perfectly. 

Bubeaner crying at the hotel rather than napping....

Should have known something was wrong. 

We had to see it; it was too good to be true.  Lo and behold, it was true.  The back yard was not as large as we had hoped, but everything else fit our wish list.  And to top it off, Dad's commute would be 15 minutes with traffic without ever having to get on a highway!

Pool Time Fun!

(They were looking for planes)

We (mainly Dad) worked the numbers and contacted the mortgage company.  We knew what we wanted and for what we wanted it.  And, since we were not needing to move, were willing to walk away from it if what the mortgage company offered us did not match it. 

This is when we realized Bubeaner was not feeling too well.

Surprised again, everything came back exactly almost to the dollar to the numbers we had written down.  In fact, everything pretty much worked out that way.  So, Friday May 28th, we closed on our new home while uncle Gary and aunt AA watched a fussy Bubeaner!  Yes, we went from seeing to purchasing to moving in less than a month! 

 As of late, he loves cuddling next to the belly.  

And we are grateful that Mr. Raal, Dad's boss, had some tips on full-service movers to use.  There was no way moving would have been possible in Momma's current stage of pregnancy.  The movers packed Thursday, loaded Friday and unloaded Saturday.  Mr. Dewey, Dad's coworker, and uncle Jeff helped Dad move his other precious baby: his TV on Friday.  Thanks to the AWESOME help of Ms. Karen, Ms. Anne, uncle Jeff, and aunt Pau we started unpacking on Saturday.  By the end of the day, the nursery and playroom including the master bedroom were pretty much unpacked.  Now, not everything is in it's correct place, but at least the rooms are currently livable. 

Cuddling with Dad helped Bubeaner feel a little better.

Monday, with the help of aunt Pau and aunt AA we tackled the kitchen and dining room.  Uncles K and Jeff with Dad tackled the study, guest bedroom and random other areas.  Uncle Gary had the most important job of all.  He helped take care of Bubeaner.  He has the magic touch; no matter how worked up or upset Bubeaner is, he will settled down and just cuddle with uncle Gary.  Something that is quite important when there are boxes and random items strewn everywhere.

Feeling much better,

Bubeaner enjoyed some cereal while Momma packed.

Bubeaner has taken the change pretty well.  His schedule and routine have pretty much been thrown out the window.  It was specially hard to keep them while we were staying at the hotel during the packing/loading stages.  It did not help that Bubeaner came down with something on Friday night.  He had been fussy all week, but we just assumed it was because of all the change around the house.  But Friday night he had enough of a fever to warrant a call to the on-call doctor.  The doctor suggested we just keep an eye on him while giving him medicine to control the fever.  (Momma also learned her baby has graduated to the children's, rather than infant's, dosing of medications.  Our baby is growing up.)  Bubeaner had to deal with a low grade fever until Sunday, but his mood was a lot better and he did not seem too upset by it.

Bubeaner really enjoyed playing with Momma's pregnancy pillow.

And we also realized that Bubeaner may now be getting ready for potty training.  Friday evening we decided to take a little dip in the hotel pool.  Dad changed Bubeaner into his swim trunks and top.  Somehow Dad did not realize that little ones need special "swimming" diapers.  He just put on Bubeaner's trunks on without anything.  Bubeaner had a little accident.  But before the actual incident he grabbed himself and started whimpering and crying.  He did not like not having a diaper.  He continued to do that every time he had a wet diaper.  Dr. Z recommended we just talk about it with him but not try to work on the potty training.  She believes any progress we made would probably be lost once the Bubita gets here since most kids digress with the addition of a sibling.

Uncle Gary and Bubeaner CUTENESS

It was immensely helpful not to worry about Bubeaner

running around getting into things