Sand In My Toes

Researching cities and towns, trying to find a great place.  It's going to cost us significantly more to rent than our mortgage was.  I knew that, but it was easier to contemplate in theory rather than reality.  Then there is the reality of winter here versus winter there (with a berm house and a heat pump).

It'll be fine, of course.  An adjustment, but fine.

Tomorrow, we celebrate the littlest's birthday.  He spent a lot of time today walking around the yard, little toes in the grass.  Then he's gravitate toward something dangerous, the burn pile with all the jagged tree limbs sticking out.  The concrete steps.  When I try to head him off he shrieks with joy, huge smile breaking out.  It's all a game to him.  He sees an uncovered outlet and his finger goes for it.  I'm telling myself the old standard "he'll grow out of it".

The other one is doing pretty good.  Loves the attention and grandparents as playmates.

After the weekend we're going to try meeting up with some people.  I'm hoping it goes well.