This morning, I drove the kids over to Ogden Dunes to check out Nora's preschool for next year. The teacher was awesomely proactive about reaching out to me and responding to me after I had sent her a message on her website requesting more information. So, I signed Nora up, sight unseen. We saw it today, though, and I'm really excited about the place. Nora seemed to like it, but she was incredibly shy. I suppose I didn't blame her because there were several kids in there that were taller than her and wanted to talk.
Henry seemed really excited about the place, too, but he most likely will not be able to go until the school year after next. (He would have gone to Nora's current preschool next school year, had we stayed put.) I think he's going to be really disappointed when he figures out that he won't be going to school this year. He was already looking forward to it. (These guys seriously do not forget anything.)
I did get a chance to meet a local mom today, so I'll be in touch with her to figure out the ins and outs of having wee ones where we are moving. I'm excited about that. She was really friendly, which was refreshing.
In other news, Nora got pooped on by a big, fat bird as we were walking back into our house (on her coat sleeve). It was so gross, she cried. I told her to be glad it wasn't in her hair (I've had that happen to me before). I've been pooped on by birds more than I care to count, really. I must have a head that says, "Oh, yeah! It'd be awesome to poo on that from up here."
In other gross news, we still know NOTHING about our housing situation. We don't know if our buyer's divorce is final or not. We don't know if her financing is getting ready or not. We don't have a closing date or any idea of when we may know one. We just know absolutely stinking nothing, and we are about to wig (especially me). So . . . that's going on.
In other, similarly TMI news, Henry is potty trained. Note that I've never felt confident enough to say that about Nora. I guess I understand it, now, when people say that potty training can happen overnight. It kind-of did with Henry. I thought girls were supposed to be easier. What's up with that, universe?
A car alarm somewhere in our neighborhood went off, like, four separate times last night at about 30 minutes a pop. The first time, I thought it was our car (it sounded that close, but I'm fairly confident it was behind our house somewhere). It wasn't.
Willis will most likely be gone for about 12 hours a day for most of this week again. That's hurty.
That's the news from House Purgatory. Pray for our sanity.