I've been going through the stuff in the basement and getting rid of a lot of it. Now would be the time I end up with the ultimate surprise baby lol. But clutter drives me nuts and it IS quite crowded down there. So freecycle here I come!

Grace's bed has always been pushed up against mine, but yesterday I sat and talked with her and first asked her if she would be okay with me moving her bed. Then she and I moved it. It's only like 6 feet away but it's a start. Billy's moving to the basement (reasons #2 for cleanup) and I'm, at first going to make his current room into a playroom (wait, omg you mean my living room will no longer be taken over by toys?!) and then at some point I will put her bed in there and she can have her own room. It's probably going to be a slow process but I'm hopeful it'll go well. Grace has finally getting into the whole hair thing. She loves it now. She asks for me to do it every day. This is one excited momma.

It's been over a month since my dad died. And my heart still doesn't believe what my head knows, that he's never coming home. I half expect him to come walking through the front door, with a bag of groceries on his arm, then sit and look over the receipt. Not sure when my heart will finally understand why it's broken.

I am still working out and loosing weight. I seriously can't die like my father did. I don't want to get huge (or in my case stay huge) and hurt my family the way he has. I love him but I definitely don't want to be him.