I hear the same birds cawing and chirping as I did before, since the house is literally less than a block away from the previous one. The one we/I lived in for 8 years, almost exactly. I moved out of it two weeks after the eighth anniversary. I moved for a few reasons, including some…
Home Makeover Edition
The house we live in and me, well…. we have a love/hate relationship. I love the size of the closets and all the rooms actually. I hate the lack of curb appeal. I love the kitchen, and it’s bright windows over the sink but I hate the fact that a “real”-sized fridge does not fit…
Pitter Patter
When we moved into this house a little over 3.5 years ago I was not very happy to be here. I could not seem to figure out all the different, crazy light switches quickly enough and kept thinking that the one in our closet should be on the left side and not the right. The…
No More Summer For You!
The little kids are here at the dining table playing play-doh (I know, I’m a saint) while I’m contemplating going to the gym. I haven’t felt quite right since I got back from BlogHer. I felt pretty good on Wednesday but I think that was because I actually exercised. This morning I got up earlier…
Living la vida Louisiana & MEM
This week marks our three year anniversary of moving to Louisiana. Just the other day I was having memories of me and my pregnant belly driving down 49, with my two little boys and a hamster cage in the back of Tim’s Acura and my MIL in the passenger’s seat, helping to entertain us all. I can…
So I guess I can extend our zoo membership…
We are staying. It is a really good thing for my husband and for our family. But part of me wants to go. So badly. It is not that I do not like it here. But I like it at HOME better. Parts of my mind try to tell me to believe this can be…
The first time I unpacked a box…
I stand on the step facing the cavernous room full of boxes. Looking down I admire my swollen belly and gently place my hand there as the infant inside moves within me. I already know her name. In my heart we are already mother and daughter. My focus quickly shifts back to the towers of…
I didn’t want to do it…
I cried. I bit my nails until I could feel the throbbing in each and every finger. I thought of how my son wouldn’t go to the school that I couldn’t wait to walk with him to. I thought of how I’d miss the quick drive to our church and all the wonderful people there….
One Year AND Nine Months
One year ago today we moved our life to Louisiana. Tim left a couple of days before and then I packed the boys in the car, left our good friends’ house, picked up my MIL and we drove away. Me, the boys, my MIL and the sweet baby in my belly. You know, the same…
Almost a Year…
It’s been almost a year since we packed up our home and headed for our new one. I had memories today of being big and pregnant while dealing with boxes and foundation problems and a constantly traveling husband. The week before we moved was one of the hardest weeks of my life. Really. Before we…