Our house is for rent!

It’s official. Our rental house has been put back on the market. We knew it would happen eventually, but it still sucks. We never really keep a super clean and organized house, but it needs to be somewhat presentable for showings.

That said, we had the first two showings today. The first lady didn’t seem that interested (she flew through the house in about five minutes) so she either knew exactly what she was looking for or she hated it.

After she left, I decided to look up the listing and guess what? The property is listed as being fenced. Um, no. WE put up TEMPORARY fencing because YOUR CHEAP ASS didn’t want to split the cost of a real fence. So now we have to tell every interested person that the fence isn’t included, but we’ll make them a deal on it if they want to keep it.

Oh, and the second showing? As per the deal, we were notified by the agent…but were really surprised when the landlords showed up with the people. Yeah, THAT would have been nice to know. Not really because we would have done anything differently…it would have just been a nice heads up. I just hate having the owners walking through the house. Yes, they own it, but it still feels like an invasion of privacy. Ugh.

Going Away Picnic

We wanted to have a picnic like last year…perfect weather, fun for Owen in the pool, a bunch of friends over, some good food, and a new family photo. Unfortunately, the weather didn’t cooperate…and neither did Owen. We got a decent photo out of the 25 attempts…

But it doesn’t even come close to the apparently once-in-a-lifetime shot we got last year (one of two attempts).

But he was super cute the morning of the picnic when he discovered he could climb up onto the bay window ledge in the living room. What fun!

And he loved Gramma Jean’s mower…when it was turned off. She turned it on to give him a ride and it was “NOISY!”

Then Tom helped him pick a flower for me—my first flower! Sigh. :heart:

And last but not least…Gramma Jean got Owen a pop-up tube/tent contraption…which he LOVED. I’m not sure where it’s going to fit in either house, but we’ll have to find a place.

We lost Owen today…for a few minutes!

We got home from dinner and I was messing around in the kitchen and Owen was playing in the living room and Tom was upstairs. Then Tom came back down and asked where Owen was. I said in the living room. But, nope, no Owen. So we started calling for him—which usually brings him running—but nothing. And we didn’t hear his pitter-patter upstairs (which is where he normally is when he disappears). We checked another favorite hiding place—the closet—and nothing. And he still wasn’t showing himself.

CRAP.

We started getting a littler nervous, even though we knew he had to be in the house—but your mind still goes crazy. Tom checked the garage while I ran upstairs…and nothing. He was totally gone.

:??:

The only place left was the basement—the gate was open, but it’s almost always open and he NEVER goes down there. In fact, he’s only been down there once with us. So Tom ran down there, calling him…and guess who was sitting at my computer giggling? :>>

Hopefully this is the first and last time we lose him. 😮

SATURN!

You gotta love the Little Einsteins for teaching Owen about Saturn! I was reading a magazine while he was running around playing with his water table…and I kept hearing something that sounded like “Saturn” and I couldn’t figure out why he was saying it…until I saw what he was holding (as you will see in the videos). What a smart kid!

And then later that afternoon, he wanted to go inside after playing…and was getting a little whiny (but still dang cute):

And more whining…

Piggy!

This guinea pig has been in Owen’s preschool/playroom at the community center forever, and he’s never really taken much of an interest…and I’m not even sure I’ve told him it’s a guinea pig (although I probably have). So today, he just started saying PIGGY!

Park/Home/Snack

After his nap, Owen kept saying “Park park park” (though it sounds more like pawk or puck) so I took that to mean he wanted to go to the park. He didn’t want his snack. So we went, and he had a great time running around for about 20 minutes, then he came over to me and said “home…snack”—the first time he’s ever really asked for something like that (aside from the park earlier). I know it’s not much, but it’s a start…and I love it.

Final Eye Decision

We’re just going with a longer-wear contact in the hopes that it will bother me less…and also using OTC eye drops when they become irritated. He said I didn’t need bifocal contacts (because I can see just fine with my glasses) and that I MIGHT get a bit better vision with astigmatism lenses, but they are much less comfortable. That, and contacts are never as good as glasses at correcting astigmatism. And if I need to start using drops 4-5-6 times a day, then we could look at prescription drops.

So for now, I’m wearing contacts, but only about 6-7 hours a day, taking a day off a time or two a week and just wearing glasses, and hoping my eyes change for the better with time (which he said is still possible).

Eye Aye Aye

Apparently my eyes went to shit overnight. Or if not overnight, then certainly within about a week or so.

Everything was fine at my last appointment (November) and up until about two months ago I never gave my vision a second thought. Then one weekend we were driving home on the highway and I noticed that some signs—that I’d normally have no problem reading—were blurry! I attributed it to dirty contacts and overtired eyes (not having gotten much sleep the previous two nights), so I just changed contacts when we got home and didn’t think much else about it.

Except that I started noticing my eyes getting dry or feeling like the contacts were dirty (and sometimes even painful)—after only maybe 5-7 hours of wear—with new to almost-new contacts…in other words, totally not normal. But I suffered through it for a while because I just hadn’t had eye/contact problems before and thought it was a passing thing.

But when a new pair of contacts bothered me after only a few hours of wear, I knew it was time to get checked out. A quick exam showed that my cornea had changed shape slightly, though that shouldn’t have caused the problems. I learned, however, that all contacts are different shapes and styles and what might have worked for me for two or four or eight years might suddenly sit the wrong way or rub a certain part of my eye (making it painful and impossible to wear comfortably) so maybe the cornea was the problem. So I got a pair of trial lenses (which felt better immediately) and made an appointment for a recheck in a week.

And they worked pretty well for a few days…until I noticed that my close vision was blurry. It was at night, so I thought maybe my eyes were just tired. But day after day it was the same, at all hours. WHAT? So I told the doc I had good news (the contacts felt fine) and bad news (now my vision was blurry).

Come to find out, he says I’m headed for bifocals and contacts may or may not help (I think he said they work for 60% of people)…but I’m not quite ready for those. So he gave me a different trial pair that would help more with my close up vision, though distances would be just a bit blurrier (but that my dominant eye would make up for it). Fine. And I left excited. Except my close vision is still blurry—and now, in addition, I get random blurry spots that move around. Which is very disturbing and annoying.

I do NOT want to wear glasses full time so I think we might have to try bifocal contacts (which are, of course, more expensive). At least I’ll get a trial pair of those as well to see if they work (before I have to buy a full set). I’ll get more info Monday when I go in for my second recheck.

Getting old sure sucks.

Busy, busy day!

We went to the park with Gramma Jean and showed her how much Owen liked the slide!

Playing with ants!

Then we came home and Owen and Gramma were reading a new book—and Owen was telling us a big story!

Then we went out for pizza—and Owen sat in a booster for the first time! And he did great! And ate two pieces of pizza!

Then, Tom and I went to Costco…to pick up the huge bear I saw earlier and had decided not to get…but Tom wanted to get it.

Owen wasn’t too sure about it at first…but now he loves it!

More words – part 13

Crescendo => From shenndo (Little Einsteins)
Flute
Hiccup
Knight
Nap
Noise
Peach
Peas
Pepper
Pillow
Rice
Sign
Sleep
Slipper
Spaghetti
Submarine => sa-ween
Tasha From => Backyardigans
Tickle
Tracks
Tyrone => From Backyardigans
Zip

Owen went potty!!

Owen peed on the potty chair tonight! Totally unexpected! We went to change him into his night diaper and he was dry. So my mom (Gramma Jean!) said “Let’s put him on the potty.”

And we did.

And encouraged him.

And waited.

And after a few minutes we pulled him off since it seemed like nothing was happening…but there was a full potty!! Oh my god—we screamed and clapped and practically threw a party!! He seemed happy, but I’m not sure if he really even knows what he did (other than from us making a fuss over it) because he was watching TV while he was on the chair and he seemed way more concerned with that than with what he was/wasn’t doing on the potty.

Oh, I know it could just be a fluke and nothing else might happen for a long time…but I have to be prepared either way.

What a way to celebrate his 27-month birthday. 🙂

Shoes!

Owen put his own shoes on for the first time today!

They were Crocs, so it was pretty easy…but the second one was a bit of a challenge that required me to lend a helping hand to steady him while he slipped his foot in.

Billing vs. Insurance

I just opened the insurance statement from my ER visit for my cut finger. Once again, I am amazed at what the hospital bills and what little (comparatively) insurance pays and the hospital accepts.

They billed $805.07 and insurance paid $201.61. My responsibility is $25 (which I haven’t been billed for yet).

Yep, this is why people without insurance don’t go to the ER.

Fruit by fork!

Owen hasn’t really taken to using a fork (and we’ve tried a handful of times), so this morning when he didn’t want to finish his fruit (but would eat it off my fork) I decided it was time to try again.

I proceeded to make a big game of STAB! STAB! STABBING! each piece, and he loved it! He ate the rest of his fruit—via fork stabbing!—in about two minutes. YAY!

Hopefully it will continue and not just be a one-time thing. 🙂

A park afternoon!

It was a perfect 70-degree day with a nice breeze…so we were off to the park! Owen had a blast running and running—and finally decided he liked the slides (instead of just the one at home) so he had fun with those, as well.

Rockin’ a high school shirt!

Today I am wearing a shirt from high school. 😮 It’s just a big comfy pullover hoodie. The funny thing is that a mom in our play group asked “What is VENEZIA?” (written across the chest) and I was like “Something from the 90s!” and we both laughed. I said I think it was a clothing brand…??

But really. High school. Which was 20 years ago. 😮

It looks practically brand new though.

Honest.

Oh, and here’s the proof: