My Son is 7.

Thanks to all for the shout-outs to Cole on his birthday.  (And cards)! On the 8th he turned seven...and I can't believe it's come to this, but now he's a boy--he's not my baby Bubbers anymore.  I'm a little heartbroken, but he seems to be doing very well with it.

I think he had a good day...in the afternoon he wrangled Jeff and Riley into playing Legos with him for hours and it was Cole's dream come true.  I did have to convince him that before we went out shopping and to dinner, he had to get into some regular clothing.  He wasn't overly excited, however because he's Cole, he was game.  But first he had to show me a few unconventional things that he found he could do with parts of one of his Lego sets:  

This first pic is his "wise cricket" pose.  And the second his, "moooostache".  Ah, I love this kid.  His wit is amazing to me, it's hard to remember he's so little sometimes. He's kind and considerate and polite and witty.  He's the kind of boy that all the little girls are, and should be, in love with.  I'm not just saying that because I'm his mother, I'm saying that because I'm a woman, and know he's good to those he loves.  Which is so important, and it makes me proud. 
He chose to go to Carl's Jr. for his birthday dinner, and surprise, he didn't even eat anything.  He just wanted to play in the play area.  This seems to be a tradition he's developed for himself.  We have to sit in a place that is loud and probably incredibly unsanitary while he and a million other kids are screaming and sweating and pushing and losing their cheap plastic kid's meal toys and blaming it on another kid that they see holding the same one. I'm not sure how we get suckered into that each year, but I guess it has something to do with love or wanting to please the birthday kid.  I don't know, something dumb like that.  
And then we had to go to Toys R Us because like his mother, cash literally burns holes in his pockets, so we have to spend it right away.  No, it's not a good thing to pass down to my little ones...but out of all the genetic failures I'm swinging their way, it's not the worst, either.  He bought, surprise, more Legos.  One day, I will take him to Lego land.  And probably have to leave him there. 
I think that when we find our perfect new home, it will have to have a room just for all Cole's Legos.  He's turned into quite the architect and designer and creator.  I'm actually so impressed with what he just builds out of his head, and his ability to follow directions, because he whips stuff up that I would never think of in a million years.  He says that when he grows up he wants to be a Lego designer.  I'm assuming that there is SOME kind of employment out there in which this will be helpful.  I hope.  ;)
 

Happy Birthday, my best boy!  Love you so much.

Somehow, it's April already.  Somehow an entire four months have gone by since I had some time to come up for air. We've put our house up for sale, we are under contract...and I say that hesitantly, because we haven't really heard anything from the potential buyers yet.  I'm hoping that whomever is doing their home inspection comes soon so I know that things are moving along.  In the meantime, the house that we put an offer on countered with 6,000 OVER the LISTED price.  I was confused...I didn't know it could work that way, but, whatever.  Needless to say, we told them we'd look elsewhere.  
And honestly?  I'm glad we did...because we found my dream home.  And I'm not going to be overly secret about it, and whatever, because what will be, will be.  Last time I was overly worried to say anything, because I didn't want anything bad to happen.  And guess what?  With their counter offer, I felt that it was incredibly bad, and it happened.  So I'm just going to say this:  We found a house.  A beautiful, wonderful house that will most-likely work out if the sale of our home works out.  It's really so much more than I ever could have expected, and I feel like I should just be grateful that they accepted our offer.  But if it doesn't work, then it's not meant to be.  At least I know that they were willing to work with us, and that made me feel good.  And, has given me really great daydreams for the last few days.  We'll see.  If it goes well, I'll post a couple pictures.  Maybe.  I still don't want to jinx us.   But if my next post is me typing about how I'm crying, you'll know why.  We have a couple weeks to have some major highs or lows, and it just remains to be seen.  I'm asking for good vibes, though.  I mean, save the best vibes for those that truly need it, but if you have a couple to spare, send them this way.  I'm trying to drown myself in positives.  This is an entirely new approach for me, so I'll see how it works.




Okay, that's what's going on here.  Not a lot, yet, a whole lot.  Just nothing I have any control over, so that makes it kinda stressful.  I didn't want to add this to my post about Cole, so I'm trying to break apart from it....but this needs to be said:  Hope all are okay and enjoying life...because that's what's truly important.  Even when things are so stressful you can't sleep and, though this doesn't really happen to me, eat...remember that life is good.  That breathing and seeing and touching are great things--are blessings that we need to appreciate. Remember you're loved.  And that someone out there is thinking of you and being thankful for you at this very second..no matter what you have done, or who you are.  This week a friend of Jeff's took his own life.  And that breaks my heart, because I've felt that sadness before, and that hopelessness, and it's devastating.  I'm very lucky because that hasn't been any part of my thoughts for years.  But I remember when it was, and how confused and helpless you become.  My thoughts and love to his family and friends, especially since they have experienced this before...and quite recently.  I pray that out of this torment, a little peace is found, in time.