Possession is 9/10ths of the law

I have no idea where that saying originated, or even what it truly means, but going through the home selling and buying process, I'm getting a better idea.

When we first put our house on the market, I went through a period of time where it didn't feel like it was ours anymore, it just became a showroom we were living in.  Now that we have a contract (yes a contract!!) on our home, these overwhelming feelings of possession are surfacing.

When Little C first learned the idea of possession, it was cute, especially because he would refer to himself in the third person ("carter's blanket", "carter's cup", etc.).  When Little C later started projecting this possession onto things like playground equipment, it wasn't so cute.  I'll never forget a day at the park when he shoved some poor little girl off the slide steps and into the dirt.  "These are Carter's steps!," he yelled at her.  I swooped in as soon as I could to intervene and removed him from the steps he was so fiercely guarding, and I did my best to explain to him playground toys were 'sharing toys'.  With his little jaw jutted forward, he refused to meet my eye the whole time I was talking, and when our little discussion was over, he walked away, I could here him talking to himself under his breath saying, "mine. mine. mine."  It was certainly an eye opener to see how strong this need to possess things was.

Well, I can say, I get it.  I feel just like Carter these days.  Inspections, appraisers, the buyer wanting to move in the second the keys are in her hot little hand.  I find myself thinking, mine. mine. mine!  This house is MINE!  This was our FIRST house.  This is the house I brought my babies home to!  How on earth can this house belong to someone besides us?!

Then, Mr. C, in his very gentle and loving way, reminds me that it's just a house.  A few walls and a roof.  What made it so special is coming with us,  our family.  So, as much as it kills me to turn this house over to someone else, and as much as I can not imagine it actually belonging to someone else, I take comfort in knowing that my home is not a house, it's where ever my family is.

Life Explained with Scientific Graphs.

Just another day at the office.

After some long sleepless nights and 10 clearly ineffective days on an antibiotic, Baby J headed back to the doctor because his single ear infection from last week had became a dbl ear infection this week. Armed with a new antibiotic, we turned our attention to the two showings that popped up that afternoon.  Because the laundry had piled up to the ceiling with the kids being sick, we just loaded it into the car and headed to the laundry mat.  Couple rolls of quarters and a few hours later, I had the 10 plus loads completely knocked out. Once the laundry was done, house was shown and children were adequately medicated, we called in reinforcements.  My mom arrived just in time for me to take Mr. C to the ER with a 105.6 fever. Verdict, pneumonia.  Turns out I wasn't the only one getting run down by all the sleepless nights and craziness. On the upside, we got an offer on the house.  Not a reasonable one, but it was  encouraging.  And the absolute high point of the week was last night when Jack CRAWLED!!!! Grammy noticed when we put his long-legged pjs on and he was on the carpet, his knees were more padded. So look for the little guy to be in nothing but pants from now on in hopes that the four point crawling will continue even on the hardwood!

Jack FOUR PT CRAWLING - WOOO WHOOOO!!!!