Killing Time

Our house has been on the market for about a week and a half. All the touch ups have been done, all the deep down cleaning taken care of, the move to The Woodlands looms in the near future....and now there's nothing much left to do but kill time.

Mark's new job doesn't officially start for a few more weeks (thanks to having to get hospital privleges at FIVE different hospitals!) and really, we're just patiently desperately waiting for a buyer for our house. We'll be taking off in a few weeks (over spring break) whether the house has sold or not, because A) Mark has to start working and B) I'm more than half way through my pregnancy. I've gotta get down there and get a new doctor before anything goes awry...you know, as it tends to do at the end of my pregnancies.

So in the mean time, we've been wracking our brains trying to come up with things to do. Mainly things to get the kids out of the house so they don't destroy what we've attempted to make look so nice. Here's what we've come up with so far:

I'm still pretty pathetic when it comes to spending time outside in the cold, but the boys could care less. So after dinner, Mark will walk the boys up to the pond behind our house to feed the ducks. They love it, of course.

Doing the same on a slightly warmer day. Two brothers! Soon to be three!

And there's always afternoon fishing at the same spot. Kolbe attempts to actually fish while Rudy just sits there and eats the corn Mark takes as bait.

Or pointless trips to Home Depot with no shopping list in tow. But we've managed to find a "little boy ax," "little boy shovel," "little boy rake," "little boy...." as Kolbe calls them all.

And Mark decided to get in a little Texas Tech action with Kolbe before we move so far away from Raiderland. They took in the first chunk of a Red Raider baseball game after nap one day while Rudy and I did grocery shopping.

And when all else fails, there's always countless books to read.... Oh, and there's me at 20 weeks prego. See the beginnings of a baby bump??? No??? I can only get a picture of it when I'm slightly crumpled up like this...pitiful, I know. He's in there though! I swear!