Our renters have run out on us. They didn't pay; they didn't even leave the keys! Who does that? I am just grateful that somehow, someway, we were always able to save a little bit of money every month. We are grateful for a great family, the Hinckleys, in the ward that is anxious to move in next month, and they've been monitoring the house from the outside and through the windows, and they said that looking through the uncovered, back windows, it doesn't look like the tenants did any damage, thank goodness! I have a house key, so we will mail it, and hopefully the Hinckleys will find everything in the rest of the house and the garage in order. I still feel in the angry, reactive stage, but we feel blessed to have a savings account to cover us until the Hinckleys move in. Also, the bank decreased our mortgage payment $30 starting this month, so that is going to help out. We were so shocked; we've made it so easy for those guys to live there this past year! But everything happens for a reason, and we have seen blessings in this trial. We won't really feel this financially, the house is in the same condition we left it to them, and now we have a trusty family in there. Is this beginning to ramble? This whole situation has just jumbled my mind, so I guess I better stop writing about this and move on to cute Courtney stories.
She has a cute, but pathetic dance she loves. She hangs her head, leaves her arms at her side, stands with her feet a little wider than hip width apart, and just sways side to side. Last night, Devin and I were watching 30 Rock while Courtney was playing in her room. Every time we'd watch the next episode and the theme song would come on, she would run out, stop short, and do that pathetic dance!
We went swimming Saturday, and as always, Devin was splashing and torturing my poor Fetus. He wanted to swim with her, so he picked her up. She wagged her finger at him and said, "Be nice Daddy!"
On an episode of Diego that she watched a couple weeks ago, his sister comforts an animal by petting it and singin "Calma" (that may or not be spelled right; I didn't care enough to check). I saw Courtney today carrying a puzzle piece with Dora's face on it, petting it, singing, "Calma."
So as you can see, our like kinda sucks, but it's really a bright, happy life, with ugly, teeny tiny pock marks. Yay for blessings like the Fetus!
Right at the beginning of this video, you can see her dance.
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