I was awaken at 5:47 by Isabella kneeing me in my nose while climbing up between Josh and I in bed. We have a policy that the kids don't sleep in our bed, unless they are sick. So I had to get up and and put her back to bed. Well, I let her sleep on the futon in the family room downstairs, because I wasn't sure if she was going to go right back to sleep and since her room is right next to Elias', I didn't want them both up at the crack of dawn. She went right back to sleep, but I did not. We got in really late from taking my niece, who came to stay for a few days, home to Maryland. We spent the day at my parents house and went to the playground that is in the development where Josh's mother lives. We helped my parents get some beds set up in their house that they had just bought. I am still constantly taken aback at how tired my dad gets and how much they really could use more help. It didn't seem that long ago that he was here helping us with remodeling our first house, and when I tried to help, I just felt that I mostly slowed down this capable man. He still works all day, everyday, but he has begun to admit his limitations. My kids adore my parents though and Bella kept giving them kiss after kiss before we left and Dad just grinned from ear to ear. My parents feel forced to sell their home and 9 acres of land because the cost and effort of upkeep is just too much. Josh and I would love to buy some of the land to possibly retire there, since it is so beautiful there and it was my home for the first 18 years of my life. But we aren't financially able to take it on and there are also sibling issues to consider, which might make things difficult when my parents do pass away. So, as much as we'd love to buy it, I think we'll just have to watch if go to another family, who hopefully care for it well. I drove past my and Josh's first house the other day & it doesn't appear that the owners are caring for it well. It makes me sad and, admittedly, a little angry. I feel like we put so much love and attention into restoring that house and to see it get back to a place of disarray again is frustrating. Josh reminds me that it isn't our house to worry about anymore, but it I just don't know why people choose not to take care of their possessions. I hope whoever buys my parents' home will be people who will love the place well. Sort of like when... Well, I can't say what I was going to say, because I was going to make a comparision to a kids movie that's in theaters now, but it would spoil the end for those who hadn't seen it. For those who have, you may know the comparison I was going to make and understand how it describes my feelings.