waiting...

waiting... to get a fingerprinting appointment at an "immigration-approved" office.  that would be helena, montana.  after our fingerprints prove that we are who we say we are then we can officially get on a waiting list for a child.  so more waiting.  meanwhile, working on taxes as fast as i can.  tax time is busy but kids are busier.  i sit my sweet (i can say that because we are related) merritt on the potty and turn around so she can concentrate on the task at hand.  she is distracted very quickly and easily so i try to give her some privacy and quiet.  no luck- i hear her lifting the toilet handle up and down, up and down.  i look in at her and she has completely turned around and has one foot in the toilet.  great.  it must be naptime, right? please?

i am trying to finish a tax return right now but i am having a hard time concentrating.  both kids were up a lot last night- bad dreams, teething, more bad dreams, more teeth, missing mom, wanting to play, etc. surely having a third child will make nights like that nonexistent.  undoubtedly.

merritt has figured out how to throw fits and tantrums quite well already.  (that's my girl!) when stimson did that at a young age i was devastated and embarrassed and wondered how i could already be failing so miserably as a parent.  when merritt rolled around on the floor at the grocery store crying and throwing a fit i took a picture.  must be a second child.

stimson is excited about getting a new brother or sister.  naturally, he is hoping for a brother.  i think he is most excited about the prospect of getting a bunk bed.  there will be more changes for him than just his sleeping arrangements, but at least he has the right perspective.

ok back to taxes and waiting for fingerprinting appointments...
i will try to get brad to write at some point.  he likes to publicly talk about his feelings.  as do all men.

p.s. a few people have told us they actually read this! hello sarah, becca, robyn, becky, and of course, my mom.