Check the first thing off this week's list. We had the closing yesterday and it was pretty painless, just lots of signing. When we were done, the lawyer shook our hands and said "Congratulations, you did it." As we were leaving his office, Cory and I both repeated, "We did it" and added "Lo hicimos." Can you tell we watch way too much Dora the Explorer?*
After the closing, we took the kids over to the new house. After about an hour there, I asked Beatrice if she needed to use the go pee in the bathroom.** She told me that she already went and she had done it the backyard. Toddlers in the neighborhood, consider yourself warned. This is Bea Chase's mother-f'ing house.
On an unrelated note, we had a night to remember 2 nights ago. It was really hot and stuffy. Theo woke up more than usual and Beatrice was up 3 or 4 times too. Just as we got both kids back to sleep around 4am and our eyes were closing, we heard a 'boom,' followed by silence, followed by cries. Cory sprang into action, running into Beatrice's room. She had fallen out of her bed. She's done that a couple times but this time was really loud (her big old noggin' broke the fall.) She has an black and blue egg on her head but is ok otherwise. She kind of talked about it a little yesterday (usually in response to people asking "What the heck happened to your head?!")
This morning I went in to get her out of bed and she was laying up against the wall away from the bed's edge with a line of books and stuffed animals between her and the bed's edge. She had created a book/stuffed animal fortress. She's not falling for that falling out of bed horse-shit again.
*For those not in the know, that Dora's go-to tagline. She's always doin' it.
** I owe you a post on the trials and tribulations of potty training. My girl pretty much trained herself when we brought Theo home from the hospital. She's no fool, she knows there's attention, presents, and treats to be had by not pooping your diapers anymore.