No word from the Y or the U other than applications are complete. I just talked to a girl whose husband transferred a few years ago and she said they found out about 2 weeks before school started. Awesome. I can hardly wait. Because if we don't get in then I will be scrambling to pack my house and rent it out.
But on the bright side, I would maybe be done working part-time nights. I doubt it, but it is the thought that counts.
Until then, I am trying to stay busy. No exciting vacations planned this year except for an awesome family reunion in Island Park.
Oh, and I get to watch my cute little niece all next week and I am hoping that I can get her walking just in time for her parents to come home, wink. WINK.
My 3 year old thinks she deserves a mother of the year award. I love listening to her tell Amanda things. She will say to her, have you changed the baby's diaper? Amanda will tell her, No. She then will reply: Well, you need to. Have you given her any food? No. Well, you need to. And on and on.
The other day my 5 year old had thrown some carrots over the back seat of the car and my 3 year old told her: You KNOW better than that! Which, seriously, of course she knows better than that. I was going to tell her the same thing, but my 3 year old beat me to it.
She also told the baby after attempting to get her to stop reaching for her coloring: I have told you 5 times already, now stop!
I really think she is beginning to sound like me. Scary.