Seriously.
Henry is two month away from being a 3-year-old, and he is squeezing all the "terrible" of the terrible twos as he can.
There is a series of Sour Patch commercials where the gummy sour patch figures do something terrible, and then they do something nice and look all innocent. "Sour. Sweet. Gone." I feel like this is what Henry does all day - every day. It makes me feel like a crap for crap mom. I consider myself a fairly patient person, but there is only so much of the Sour Patch Cycle I can take. Also, something was wrong with Pepper all day yesterday. Poor little love. And it was in the teens yesterday, and single digits today :( Angry Face.
On a more positive note, my parents are coming into town for Thanksgiving (a week and a half) and we are driving out to Molly's place. Eric's mom is having surgery, so he will be out there (in SF) for Thanksgiving week. I wish that all my family lived closer.
Finances. We're trying to save. #1 Create a hearty emergency fund. #2 Pay off student loans. #3 Save for a down payment for a new house. #4 Holding tank. #5 Pay off the Jetta and start saving for our 10 year anniversary trip to Catalina. Seems like we have everything on track, but it's overwhelming. I found this awesome, awesome house in Lafayette for $410K. It's right by the Piper's house - go great neighborhood, great neighbors, amazing kitchen and bathroom, backyard, garage. We just need a simple $20K for a down payment. So that's nothing.
Well, Pepper is awake now and it's time to make mini Pizzas. Cao.
