We survived our first trip to the ER tonight. Four hours and ten stitches to the back of the head later, Peter says next time he won't fall at the pool. Hopefully, we'll be able to convince him that running and jumping cause the falling. The timing is frustrating -- we're leaving for the cabin in two days (where the main attraction is the lake 100 feet out the door) -- but he was a good sport and doesn't seem traumatized. "Daddy's shirt is red from my head!"
Meanwhile, after I spent 3.5 hours napping with Leo this afternoon, I took nearly two hours trying to get him to sleep tonight beginning at 9pm. When I gave up, Dan got him to sleep in under 10 minutes. Stinker.
And to return to my house blogging -- I came to grips with not moving into the Victorian, gave my SIL permission to check it out, she and her boyfriend decided they loved it, they both went out of town for a week, and it sold the day they returned (along with the other house in the neighborhood they would have put an offer on). Yesterday a new house came on the market that looks better for us. We'll see if it's still there when this house sells. I'm feeling more confident that SOMETHING we like will exist when we have the ability to buy. We've had 5 showings in the past 5 days (although last night we came home and found a pile of cat vomit in the basement surrounded by ants so that last showing was probably a waste), so I continue to be hopeful. I'm still going to be flabbergasted to hear we actually have an offer, when that day comes.