Is it July already?

While several of the last weeks have felt like months to me, I was surprised to realize that it was already the seventh month of this year. Time isn't going quickly. Not for me. And I don't want it to. But I realized that Craig has been graduated for two months, we've been living in his parents home for one month, and we'd both really hoped to be employed and elsewhere by this point in time. It wouldn't feel so bad except that Vash asked me today when we could go home. I didn't know how to tell him that we couldn't. I try to remind him that home is wherever Mommy and Daddy and Vash and Rhyla are together. but I know what he means. Just like how I know what Craig means when he says he wishes he had work, but he works 12 hours everyday painting houses. It's not what we want. We're so grateful to have a place to live, with people who care about us. But Vash wants a home that belongs to us. That's full of our things, and our smells, and our routines. We're grateful for an honest income, but Craig wants a job that requires him to use the degree we spent the last 6 years earning. I know that this is a learning experience, and I know that we've grown closer as a family. I see that the Lord is giving us an opportunity to improve while things are falling into place elsewhere, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious for things to work out sooner rather than later.
On a lighter note, Rhyla has a few new tricks. She says Bees (pronounced Beez), dances by spinning in circles, and if you say "All aboard!", she'll respond with "Boot boot!" Like the trains at Disneyland, you know?
Went for our check ups with the Doctor and both kids are doing very well. Vash is still tall of the tall at nearly 38 inches. (Just think, with sneakers on he could ride Splash Mountain!) The Doctor asked Vash how old he was now and Vash got shy, refusing to answer. Rhyla, who was laying on the examination table, looks at him and says "Three!" Clear as day. The Doc busted up laughing. Vash counts all the way from 1-10 and I guess Rhyla picked up on it a bit because she does "1-2-3! Weeeeee!" And throws her hands in the air. And people say kids our age can't remember Disneyland!
Vash has been super good at his potty training the last few days. We made him a chart (suggested by my Grandma) where he can put stars up for pooping and peeing in the potty. At the end of the boxes where the starts will go, we put pictures up of the toys he'll be working for. After 20 pee's in the potty, he gets a Sesame Street Trash truck, and after 10 poops in the potty, he'll get a Buzz Lightyear Astro Gun. He's thrilled to pieces and insisted on sitting on the toilet for almost two hours after we showed him the chart so he could earn a star. He tells every one we meet about how he's pooping and peeing in the potty for Trash Truck and Buzz Gun. They look at me strangely, but can you blame them?