We've arrived safe and sound in the Artic Tundra. And while we all arrived safe, sadly, Bird passed away during our first night in our new house. Apparently the stress of the move was just too much for him. Lets all pause for a moment of silence....
Okay, now that we're all done with that, on to the funny stuff. Kyra keeps informing me that Bird's OK, Mama. Bird's in Heaven. To which I reply, You know who else is in Heaven? Jesus. And Kyra answers back, No, Mama! Jesus is on the cwoss! He can walk and when he falls, he bweeds on his knees and someone helps him up. You member that? He's on the Cwoss!
Ahh... too cute.
In Lydia news, we have made it a solid WEEK with out the hysterical crying fits that nothing seems to soothe! And, AND! She hasn't had another rash on her rear since my last reporting of it. AND! AND! Last night she slept from 8:30 at night to 6 this morning.
HA! Life is great!
Except for the fact that there is ice in my driveway and my leetle, bitty car isn't fond of trying to find traction while driving in and up the slight incline. Oh, and Jeremy thinks that I'm being silly when I cover my eyes in panic and just ask him to park the damned thing already! I'm confident that one day he'll learn that I'll never get used to the frozen'ness of everything in the winter. One day...