Brain break

I've been trying extra-hard to be productive today, but the editing site just went down and I'm being held hostage by the baby sleeping against my leg, so here I am. Claire's four-month appointment was today (a little early -- she'll be four months on Nov. 2) and she got great reviews. :) She weighs 14 pounds and is 24 1/2 inches long. Her head is still on the small side but it's growing. She took the shots like a champ, which is not to say she didn't scream bloody murder, but she did calm down quickly.

Afterward she and Matt and I went to brunch at Old South Diner. Although it's nice to break up the day with lunch, sometimes it's nice instead to have it out of the way so you can sit down and get some work done. Or blog. (It was also nice to run into Mom, who was having her hair cut next door.)

November, which among other things is National Blog Posting Month, is just a few days away. Although I've committed to NaBloPoMo (post every day for a month) several times, I've gone through with it only once, I think -- the first time, two years ago. But since I'm frustrated with my lack of blogging as of late I'm going to go for it again. And so is Rachel, I think. Right, Rachel? :)

Problem! I just realized this is my last chance to complete NaNoWriMo (spit out a 50,000-word novel in 30 days) for my 101-things list. I actually started NaNoWriMo last year -- I don't remember whether I even told anyone except Kate. Regardless, I quit after about three days.

We finally got our house listed, about four weeks after we meant to. Now that the punch list is (mostly) complete, the challenge will be to keep everything clean and ready for short-notice showings. We can't move until we've been here two years (Dec. 21) anyway so I don't think our procrastination will hurt us.

I'm already dreading the move itself but looking forward to the next place, wherever it may be (the plan is to rent while we build). I love trying out different houses and neighborhoods. Maybe because we lived in the same house all my life (Mom and Dad still live there), maybe because I like change and variety, maybe because it's the only way I can stay on top of clutter. Whatever the reason, it's a good thing, because being married to a builder means you're in for a lot of moves.