Sunday, February 25, 2007

Our Freezing Home

Elijah was sick again this last week. This is a new cold. Will winter never end?!! Seara surprises us with the words she knows - the other day she looked out the window, pointed at our backyard neighbors and says "house". I didn't know she knew that! She also recognizes drawings - you have the simplest line drawing of a car, and she knows what it is. She still sings - made up words and all - but now she does it on demand. She has started going to nursery, too. We took her a couple times before she was old enough, just to get her used to the idea. (We'd stay there, but just in the background so she didn't get used to us there.) When she turned 18 months we just dropped her off and left, expecting to have a battle or at least to have her brought to us screaming. But, it never happened. Bizarre, huh?! What a cinch. Sorry to everyone who struggled to get their kids to go!


Samuel continues to exist. He says he has a good life but nothing has changed that dramatically. We are looking in to grad school programs - maybe an MBA? Right now we're just researching to see what would work with us and what we need to do to prepare for it. It will be interesting to see what happens. He newest found joy in life is that I now cuddle with him in bed. (I'm the more don't- touch- me- while- I'm- sleeping type.) Anyway, moving into a home of our own has opened our eyes to the cost of natural gas - and after a nearly $200 bill just to heat our house to 68*, I (Janae) have determined that the kids will dress like Eskimos and we'll turn the heat way down! Sam complained until he realized that I got cold at night and suddenly was interested in him. Now he's telling me he hopes we never make enough money to heat the house! :)

1 comment:

Erin said...

So I don't know if you ever check old comments (or have your blog e-mail them to you) but I loved this post when I read it a long time ago. I was looking for a pick-me up this evening and I thought, "How about an old Janae post." I am not a cuddler after I'm asleep either. Matt couldn't believe how mad I would get in my sleep when he would try to cuddle me.