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If it hasn’t been obvious by my many Facebook updates (for those of you who use FB) or the post the other day, you might be surprised to find that we’re moving. Again. We sound like we’re insane to want to do this yet again, but in truth, we’re not. We just know what we want, what we like, and most importantly, what we don’t like. We moved to this last house with a goal in mind: update it and make some money. 2 years in and we’ve done exactly that. A loooooong and tiring and incredibly poorly timed flip, if you will. In each our moves, Dan and I just kept compiling a list of ‘must haves’ in our next house. This time around, our new house meets ALL of the must haves on our list and more, a first for us. So we’re pretty convinced that we’re staying at this address for awhile. So sure, in fact, that I’d be inclined to suggest Lisa D use PEN for me in her address book. PEN. Serious business. Our closing date is set. And, as of this evening, our current house has SOLD. It’s still conditional on financing and inspection, but I’m optimistic. We were on the market for less than a week. And have this already happen is making me beam. Living in a show home is nearly impossible with two littles. We only had to live it for a couple of days and it was painful. I’m so glad it’s over. I want to take a minute to thank two people who helped make this possible. Dan’s dad and stepmom flew into town and got to work the second they arrived. They cleaned, cooked, painted, babysat, tinkered, replaced, repaired, organized, packed, built and, most importantly, kept us calm as the deadline approached. Grandpa Doug and Grandma Dianna, we could not have done this without you. We are so thankful for every single thing you did for us, including having faith in us that we could get it all done. You are both amazing. The little kids (and the big kids) miss you already.
September 10, 2010 - 11:23 pm
I have erased and re-erased and erased again the many addresses as my correspondence follows you pre-Dan and post-Dan, but that’s what we do for those we love. So happy to hear this next address makes all your wishes reality. Congrats! And how’s the new spare room match up? Hint hint…       We’ve been watching Wes attempt his back to front rollover for a couple of days. He would get 90% over but then give up when he couldn’t figure out how to out his arm out from under him. Until today. He took us all by surprise. Over and over as he went from a fluke flip to mastering the skill. It was awesome. I love watching him learn new things and then to see the smile on his face after he realizes that he’s finally done it. I don’t have pictures of the roll ( I do have video but am way too tired to load it up) so I’ll post a couple of shots of my handsome little man from the weekend. We were at a beautiful lake house. Gorgeous light poured in to every room. I took full advantage.
A few days from now Jaia will be starting school. Junior Kindergarten. A big step. One she can’t wait for, and one I don’t know how I’m going to handle. There may be tears. Or should I say there will be tears. And not necessarily from her.
I feel like a minute and a half ago she was placed in my arms as a newborn and then I blinked and 3 and a half years passed. I find myself staring at her now with a lump in my throat. She’s grown up so much. She can write all of her ABCs and is starting to string letters together to make words. She can get her own drink from the fridge now and can dress herself. She’ll spend hours completing puzzles. She likes computers. A curious little one, she questions everything. She’s so independent, not wanting mama or daddy to help her anymore – with almost anything. But then, as we walk down the street I still feel her tiny hand take mine and my heart beats just a little faster as I realize that the days of us holding hands this way aren’t going to last forever. Soon enough she’ll want to do everything on her own. And holding her mama’s hand won’t be cool anymore. And school is where this all starts. It’s her first real venture out into the world by herself. Her first chance to gain her own identity, her own friends, her own self. I couldn’t be more proud of her right now. Or of myself and Dan for raising this little miss who I don’t only love because she’s my daughter, but also because of who she has become. She’s such a sweet, sensitive, caring little person. I feel so lucky that she’s mine. The next two weeks will be a real challenge for this mama. An exercise in letting go. We are stepping into uncharted territory. A new world. Exciting and terrifying all at the same time. All the friends and family I’ve talked to about this tell me she’s ready. She’s more than ready. Problem is…I’m not sure I am. But as we walk towards school on her first day and I take her tiny hand in mine as I take a deep breath, nervous about what lies ahead, she’ll reassure me that she’ll be ok. I know she will. But will i?
September 7, 2010 - 10:38 am
*sniff sniff* You’ve got me all teary! Beautiful photo, though!
September 8, 2010 - 4:19 pm
beautiful! Overcast days are my favourite to shoot in. Every colour is enhanced x 100. After a long, beautiful summer full of the most amazing sunshiny days, I’m looking forward to the real colour that fall brings to my pictures.
September 5, 2010 - 10:07 pm
Amen to that. Love fall! |
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