Early morning

Sticky eyelids peel apart, left side only, searching for the bright spot in the room. I'm not yet used to where we keep the alarm clock. 3:18 a.m. The bedroom door is gently creaking closed.

Al's home early I think as I drift back to dreaming.

A quick Spider monkey crawl across the bed and she finds a spot fitting herself to me like the missing piece of a puzzle. I snuggle an arm around Brenna and kiss her hair still drifting toward dreamland. I breathe in.

Ketones?? wide awake I sniff her hair again. Smells like cake from Therin's birthday party to me. Why did I even think ketones . . . I can't smell ketones.

A big sigh and a quick hug then off to her room to find the meter.

What could have woken her? Is she high? Did I not give her a big enough bolus? Is she low? Did I miss judge and give her too much insulin because she played so hard with the other kids today?

Zip open the bag. Snap open the lid. Push the strip into the meter. Search for my iPod. Now I need its light. Tuck it under my chin and pop the lancet draws blood, the lancet draws blood but not quite enough. I squeeze, just a little, and there is enough. The test strip soaks it up. 5 . . . 4 . . . 3. . . .2 . . . .1. . . .

132

Yaay! A beautiful number. I'm happy on the inside. There are no "good or bad" numbers but it is so nice not to have to correct anything. Brenna starts to snore. Now I should relax into sleep.

Hmmmmm. It's not happening.

Slipping out of bed I sneak downstairs to the computer. Put it "on paper" or on blogger and maybe I can go back to sleep. Tap tapping the keys I pause. Did I hear something?

Pit, pat, pit, pat, pit, pat. Little face half lit by the laptop's glow, hands on hips she leans forward, "Mommy, don't you know I'm scared to be alone today!"

"Oh, sorry," I answer lamely. I guess I know what woke her now.

Roasting marshmallows has become a weekly ritual at my Mom & Dad's. I love watching the kids interact with them and each other in such a fun and relaxed atmosphere. Tonight we're celebrating (Belatedly) my Dad's birthday. The kids were stargazing. We're still packing and moving stuff from the old house into the new one so it's back to work soon!

Keys!

It's Ours! We hit every red light in the 1/2 mile stretch of road between Prudential and our new home but we made it.

Mmmmmmmm

Getting ready to roast marshmallows again.

Almost home

Dining & livingroom will get a new coat of non-red paint next week! We are going to have a painting pizza party once the house closes (or opens up when we've got the keys). Thursday is supposed to be that day.

Still waiting . . .

Still waiting . . .
Originally uploaded by amberthyme.

Well, apparently I misunderstood many things about Friday. One of them being the amount of money we needed to have in the bank at closing. The other one is that Friday was just a "lets double check and see if we've got everything in order" date not the closing date. Escrow is still set for Aug 21st but we could close as soon as next Friday. It's more likely that we'll close on the 12th. So . . . we've got lots more time to pack!