Swim team. Every day. Pool rats. Fun fun.

Swim team. Every day. Pool rats. Fun fun.

She hates her crib and I’m done fighting it. Hello, floor bed!

She hates her crib and I’m done fighting it. Hello, floor bed!

I love hummus and avocado. And I like wielding a spoon!  Can you spot my curly hair?

I love hummus and avocado. And I like wielding a spoon! Can you spot my curly hair?

Unsettled

Sometimes I just need to know things so that they are settled in my mind.  The thing we’ve been churning about since we got here is if we picked the right house.  We would prefer more space for a garden AND trees and things like chickens (or other livestock) without having to worry about city regulations.  The bees would enjoy the country, I’m sure.  The major question has always been, could we sell our house and come out on the other end with a down payment?  Probably not, we’ve guessed.  But I’ve had enough wondering.  I’ve put my call out to the universe - the dream home, the forever home, with enough money to make it happen.  The perfect land and the right size for us, with an additional structure or space for Pat’s hobbies, in a location that fits our activities and close enough for Pat’s commute to be reasonable.  We are listing our house at the end of June, after the necessary repairs are completed and the place is spiffed up and the “don’t touch it, go eat it outside, let’s go to the park” days begin.  Six months on the market, six months to really know - is it time to go?  Or is our forever home right here?  I need to know.  I need to stop wondering.  It’s time to find out.

One minute of destruction by our resident toddler. This, multiplied by my three year old, explains why I can work around the house all day and still end up further behind than when I started.

One minute of destruction by our resident toddler. This, multiplied by my three year old, explains why I can work around the house all day and still end up further behind than when I started.

We are at the bookstore with Nana this morning, reading and shopping and dreaming.

We are at the bookstore with Nana this morning, reading and shopping and dreaming.

Communication Error

I drove to Cape Hatteras yesterday with the two littles and my friend Allison to pick up the newly repaired van and return the rental car. It was a long drive to the beach and back, but it was pleasant, with a stop for local pizza (there is no fast food available at OBX) and yogurt parfaits from “Old McDonalds” On the drive home. We were about fifteen minutes from home when Kal pipes up, “When are we getting to the beach?” um… You thought we were going to visit the beach? OOPS. No, we just decided to torture you by driving next to it for a few hours and then spend the rest of the day in the car.

The days can be long, the years most certainly short. Hold them close and love them. Oh, I do. I really, really do.

Home!

Yes, we are home. The van is being repaired and I’m headed back to the Outer Banks on Wednesday to retrieve it. The camping trip was great fun despite the car trouble and the rain. The wind was difficult but we sure did learn a lot about beach camping! The girls were fantastic. I’m happy to be home, sleeping in my own bed and using a shower with warm water.

This is my radiator. It is dead. We are 250 miles from home. Hello, rental car!  I’ve done a good job of modeling “cool under pressure” today.

This is my radiator. It is dead. We are 250 miles from home. Hello, rental car! I’ve done a good job of modeling “cool under pressure” today.