Monday, December 26, 2011
This Place Isn't So Bad
My happy moment of today: hearing Adam laugh and looking outside to see Tyler pushing him in a swing. Maybe all the adjusting is worth it to have a backyard big enough for a swingset...and kids sweet enough to really love each other (regardless of where we live)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Our New Place
I have so much to say and so little time.
I am sitting at our computer, which is hooked up (obviously) with a printer lacking paper and drawer contents are still hiding in boxes somewhere.
I should go shower, but the new room is big and open...and cold, so I'm letting the space heater work its magic for a bit first.
Moving has been way harder that I thought it would be. The last night in our home I was so sad. I think it was mostly because we weren't all together as a family. Ryan was at work and it was just the boys and I on our last night. I could hardly sing the boys their lullabies as they lay on just their mattresses tossed on the floor.
I'm normally not that emotional, but it was sad to think of all the things that happened in our first house. So many life events, milestones, and dreams. I remember walking through the house when it was just framed and watching it become a reality. I remember driving over there with a sweet, little, 13 month old Tyler. I remember my car dying and driving to church our first Sunday in Ryan's single-cab Tacoma- all 3 of us. I remember finding out we were pregnant with Jacob- the same week we moved in. I remember Tyler learning to walk. I remember reading Tyler stories and rocking him to sleep. I remember putting in a back yard and buying a new van. I remember bringing home our sweet little Jacob to that house and just where the bassinet was and how we kept the pack n play set up downstairs so I could adjust to life with two boys. I remember Ryan working so hard and finishing his college degree- after many late nights at the computer in the guest room. I remember putting in the floors so we could stop scrubbing the boys' messes out of the carpet. I remember being so frustrated with all the little things that were wrong and too small and not quite right about our first home- but now, I just think it is perfect. It was clean, and simple, and ours.
Now, I live in someone else's home, who apparently doesn't care about their property- just getting our money. We like the backyard still- but it's been FREEZING since we moved in so the boys aren't quite enjoying it yet. We moved in to a house with NO GAS and in case you were wondering, that means no heat, no stove, no oven, and no hot water- that was a fun night. Thank goodness for a little miracle that all 3 space heaters were very easy to find and actually kept the boys rooms heated okay. Ryan and I may have been foul because we refused to shower in freezing cold water- but we survived. The kitchen in this place is kinda whacked, and any mom knows that the kitchen is kinda the hub of a home and where most of the day is spent making and cleaning up meals. It has been a serious sticking point and it killed my excitement big time!
The good things about the move- although I felt useless, I was reminded that I was doing an important job taking care of the boys and my sweet husband really did move us all on his own. I packed the initial stuff, but Ryan and an amazing co-worker of his, moved everything with their trucks and trailers. They were amazing. I was so grateful because we spent the morning with Adam at the cardiologist where we got the all clear. No more visits- we've got a healthy little boy on our hands. We are also thankful that Ryan and his friend were so efficient because Ryan smashed his finger at work Monday night and ended up at the ER (per worker's comp requirements) and has a pretty splint and some sweet pain pills which would make moving now pretty difficult.
The boys have been acting out and they have been sick- all 3of them. Fitting in somewhere new is never easy and learning new grocery stores really isn't my most favorite thing ever. We are trying to get everyone healthy so we can get to church and meet some new people. The boys are itching to make new friends and play at the new park by our house. I am grateful to be close to my sister again and for how well she took care of us the first few nights with dinner (THANKS BEAR!)
All things said and done, I'm sure I'll be fine here because this is where my family is. I will miss our house because I'm sentimental like that, I will miss the people because people are what makes a place, and I'll miss my routine- until I make a new one. This is a good exercise for me to focus on what is really important, and when it comes to that, I am all set!
I am sitting at our computer, which is hooked up (obviously) with a printer lacking paper and drawer contents are still hiding in boxes somewhere.
I should go shower, but the new room is big and open...and cold, so I'm letting the space heater work its magic for a bit first.
Moving has been way harder that I thought it would be. The last night in our home I was so sad. I think it was mostly because we weren't all together as a family. Ryan was at work and it was just the boys and I on our last night. I could hardly sing the boys their lullabies as they lay on just their mattresses tossed on the floor.
I'm normally not that emotional, but it was sad to think of all the things that happened in our first house. So many life events, milestones, and dreams. I remember walking through the house when it was just framed and watching it become a reality. I remember driving over there with a sweet, little, 13 month old Tyler. I remember my car dying and driving to church our first Sunday in Ryan's single-cab Tacoma- all 3 of us. I remember finding out we were pregnant with Jacob- the same week we moved in. I remember Tyler learning to walk. I remember reading Tyler stories and rocking him to sleep. I remember putting in a back yard and buying a new van. I remember bringing home our sweet little Jacob to that house and just where the bassinet was and how we kept the pack n play set up downstairs so I could adjust to life with two boys. I remember Ryan working so hard and finishing his college degree- after many late nights at the computer in the guest room. I remember putting in the floors so we could stop scrubbing the boys' messes out of the carpet. I remember being so frustrated with all the little things that were wrong and too small and not quite right about our first home- but now, I just think it is perfect. It was clean, and simple, and ours.
Now, I live in someone else's home, who apparently doesn't care about their property- just getting our money. We like the backyard still- but it's been FREEZING since we moved in so the boys aren't quite enjoying it yet. We moved in to a house with NO GAS and in case you were wondering, that means no heat, no stove, no oven, and no hot water- that was a fun night. Thank goodness for a little miracle that all 3 space heaters were very easy to find and actually kept the boys rooms heated okay. Ryan and I may have been foul because we refused to shower in freezing cold water- but we survived. The kitchen in this place is kinda whacked, and any mom knows that the kitchen is kinda the hub of a home and where most of the day is spent making and cleaning up meals. It has been a serious sticking point and it killed my excitement big time!
The good things about the move- although I felt useless, I was reminded that I was doing an important job taking care of the boys and my sweet husband really did move us all on his own. I packed the initial stuff, but Ryan and an amazing co-worker of his, moved everything with their trucks and trailers. They were amazing. I was so grateful because we spent the morning with Adam at the cardiologist where we got the all clear. No more visits- we've got a healthy little boy on our hands. We are also thankful that Ryan and his friend were so efficient because Ryan smashed his finger at work Monday night and ended up at the ER (per worker's comp requirements) and has a pretty splint and some sweet pain pills which would make moving now pretty difficult.
The boys have been acting out and they have been sick- all 3of them. Fitting in somewhere new is never easy and learning new grocery stores really isn't my most favorite thing ever. We are trying to get everyone healthy so we can get to church and meet some new people. The boys are itching to make new friends and play at the new park by our house. I am grateful to be close to my sister again and for how well she took care of us the first few nights with dinner (THANKS BEAR!)
All things said and done, I'm sure I'll be fine here because this is where my family is. I will miss our house because I'm sentimental like that, I will miss the people because people are what makes a place, and I'll miss my routine- until I make a new one. This is a good exercise for me to focus on what is really important, and when it comes to that, I am all set!
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