This is poor tired Sam after a hard morning of having fun playing at Linnea’s house. He and Linnea had a great time wreaking havoc. We took a stroll up to a local coffee shop to grab an iced mocha with the intention of continuing on to the playground but with the temperature in the 100s we did an about turn and returned to the refuge and comfort of Brandie’s air conditioned abode where we let the toddlers, well, toddle and get into all sorts of mischief.
It was very good to get out of our house for a bit and take my mind off our stressful situation here. I don’t think I’ve slept properly since we first found out about the awful moratorium, wish I could zonk out and be as carefree as little Sam here.
I can’t even think straight about our house at the moment, just going to say that we’re been frantically trying to explore any possible option we can think of and are just hitting brick walls in every direction. We still haven’t totally given up on Tampa yet, Bill is still trying to get a meeting with our District Commissioner, but right now we are having to face up to the fact that our move is looking pretty implausible.
Reality all got a bit too much for me yesterday and I had a good cry, then Bill brought Sam into see me and just the sight of my little guy clinging onto hubby then giving me the most wonderful hugs made everything feel better. Whatever happens, Sam is all that really matter, he is the best thing ever and we’re going to make things work.
Bill had to work very late this evening so Sam and I were on our own. We watched the So You Think You Can Dance finale and every time the music came on Sam would dance and sway along. His style is to clasp his hands in front of him while twisting his torso to and fro and grinning widely. As each dance concluded he would join in the applause.
Winner declared (hoorah for Sabra! – she was our pick to win, good job girl!), it was then time for little boy’s bathtime. As usual he was beside himself with excitement and ran to the bathroom door to beat on it with his fists ’til I let him in and run the water. Our froggy loves bathtime, he adores to kick and splash in the tub he does. This evening’s cleansing, however, was not such a fun affair as it marks Sam’s first brown torpedo launch into the bubbly waters. Just as I thought I had it under control he fired a few depth charges for good measure. Oh yes, that was just a super end to a long day.
*yawn* Okay, going to try to go back to bed and get some sleep now. xxx