My Mom has run into a problem with her reverse mortgage. Even though she has money left on it (well under the limit she was told she had) she has been told they will be cutting off the draw based on leaving a reserve for future interest, insurance and fees. She needs a lawyer, and the question is what legal speciality. I don't think just any real estate lawyer could handle this. There must be a sup-speciality within financial or real estate law that handles this sort of thing.

When did my little baby get so big????

That is NOT Shane. Shane is a baby. He will never grow up. The fact that the kid (KID!) in the picture has the same sweet face is irrelevant!

Typo,

I think a real estate lawyer who knows reverse mortgages should be able to deal with this.

That makes sense.

Egad, Shane is such a cutie GC! Is he excited about being a big brother?

As for movies in the theater, we just don't go that often. I think we saw Brave last year, and The Hobbit.

That is NOT Shane. Shane is a baby. He will never grow up. The fact that the kid (KID!) in the picture has the same sweet face is irrelevant!

That is how I felt. Cannot process Shane as big boy, no matter how adorable.

I have spent the morning reconstructing my month's worth of eating from various websites and notebooks for my follow up with the nutritionist this afternoon. It probably would have been easier if I had just kept everything in one place to begin with.

It is crazy how big Shane is, right? Of course, he's still a baby in a lot of ways even though he is a big 3 year old. I don't think he really gets that a baby will be here in a matter of weeks, sharing his space, his things, and his mothers. He loves babies, but he also has quite the temper so I imagine there will be some transitional angst. I'm just hoping the new guy ends up being a sleeper - I may lose my mind if I get another kid who won't sleep until he's 3!

Shane is so cute!! Good luck with the transition.

sj, I feel you. Consistency is not a strength of mine, at all.

My parents should be about to board the plane home right now. They were a big help and super generous and we had some fun, and boy was I ready for them to leave. Too many days in a row without down time away from them. Last night my dad got in that "I'm a dude, I can do this" mode about something I absolutely didn't give a shit about at the time. And I even said, "I really don't care about this," but he continued to fiddle. I know he likes to help and to figure things out, but I wish he would listen. And get a fucking hearing aid so he actually could hear. And then my mom and her fussiness... it was a good visit overall, I'm just so wiped.

I've also realized that the stress of the last few weeks has me on the unintentional "acid reflux diet." I have the cough, the chest pain, the inability to tell when I'm hungry until I'm starving, and the sweater I put on yesterday was hanging kind of loose around the middle. I'm hoping that now that I'm moved and settling in, that will start to go away. In the meantime, I need to find the box with my Zantac, or buy another bottle.

Smonster, feel better.

After rushing to get here, the nutritionist is running late again.