our first Arkansas ER visit

Okay, so, this is for everyone (anyone?) who reads my monthly thankfulness wrap up. Towards the end of the month, you will read these exact words:

August 20: Getting to the ER in time after Kellan had an allergic reaction to peanuts, we think. Glad I listened to my mommy radar after he started breaking out in giant hives all over his body.

….and I know if I don’t say something now, I will suffer the wrath of worry all OMG! IS HE OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?!

So. First, is Kellan okay? Yes.

What happened?

We aren’t exactly sure.

After dinner last Wednesday night, Tim and Kellan were on the couch playing and also eating a combo of peanut butter and chocolate chips. Mostly chocolate chips. Kellan then said he was hungry (again, I think the kid is growing because he legit went through an entire loaf of bread in the form of “toast with jam!” in two days). I took him to the kitchen to eat cereal, as requested, and I noticed three small red dots on his chin and I thought, “Hmm. That’s strange.”

We went outside after he was finished so Tim could look at how to attach our American flag to the entryway and that’s when I noticed that his shoulder had a red rash type thing on it.

Then Kellan said his back was itching, so I lifted up his shirt and I see more redness, which I now realize are hives, all over the small of his back.

I said something to Tim about it and he said he used to get hives all the time as a kid, no big deal. Something about this particular event didn’t seem right to me. Kellan does have really sensitive skin, so he will get mini-hives when he touches certain things that bother him and we have to be careful with what type of shampoo/lotion/laundry detergent we use. This time, though, it was like they were multiplying faster and spreading all over the place. Usually, they stay where the contact occured.

I took Kellan inside and tried to find someone to call to help me. The hives were getting bigger and more numerous by the minute, and it had only been maybe 15 minutes since I had noticed the first few hives on his chin. This is what led me to believe it had been the peanut butter, since the irritation started near his mouth. I couldn’t understand why, since no one on either side of our family has an allergy to any kind of nut or any food at all for that matter, and he had eaten peanut butter many times before. Either way, my mommy sense knew we couldn’t just wait and see what would happen.

Unfortunately, we had yet to find a pediatrician for Kellan in Arkansas and that was a BIG mistake. I wasn’t able to talk to any after hours nurses without first having a pediatrician and the ones from our Colorado pediatrician weren’t able to help because we didn’t live there anymore. I finally called the hospital and asked what to do and they said, “Go to the ER. Now.”

So, off we went to the ER. Poor Kellan was covered from head to toe in hives. He was so swollen. It was very scary.

Flash forward to filling out a check-in sheet and saying it may be a peanut allergy and we were in the triage room in less than five minutes. The guy checking out Kellan was like, “Yep. I can definitely see the hives….”

After waiting maybe another ten minutes, they called us back for the worst thing ever. I mean, Kellan was crying when they took his blood pressure during triage and now waiting for him were two shots with needles that had a circumference the size of the tip of a pen. That’s not even an exaggeration. These things made *me* cringe and I wasn’t even getting one. I had to hold Kellan while they gave him the shots (at the same time, thankfully) and the poor thing screamed a scream that will haunt me forever. It was pure, raw pain.

After we were sent back out to the waiting room again to wait for a doctor, Kellan fell asleep in my lap for maybe 45 minutes. I think his poor body and brain were on overload and he had had enough. The shots with steroids and an antihistamine worked, though. His hives were almost gone THREE HOURS LATER WHILE WE WERE STILL WAITING. Granted, the place was packed, but still. 7pm to 11pm is kind of exhausting for a two-year-old. When he woke up, he kept telling Tim that his legs felt funny. We are guessing it was from the medicine.

Long story short we didn’t get out of there until 11pm, along with a prescription for a 3-day dose of steroids and an epipen.

The next day, I found a doctor who would see him that day versus two weeks from now or not at all because they weren’t accepting new patients. After a quick check and some questions, she made an appointment with an allergist and told us to get rid of all the peanuts/peanut laced products/things that may have been manufactured near peanuts.

Our cupboard is now bare, thank you very much.

We see the allergist next week.

The more we think about it, Tim and I are really not sure if it is peanuts. We are thinking it may be fiberglass, as that was the only other thing that Kellan was exposed to at the exact same time as the peanut butter, as Tim had it on his clothes from work that day, which isn’t typical, and he has gotten a rash from it (fiberglass) once before.

It’s all to be determined at this point. I don’t want to get my hopes up that it isn’t peanut butter but I am really hoping it isn’t peanut butter.

For now, I am that parent who avoids all that say “made on a line that also processes tree nuts” snacks and carries a brightly colored bag that contains two junior epipens along with liquid and dissolvable benadryl.

Happy thoughts for no peanut allergies.

 

it’s rolling away!

So, let it be known that we bought a $20 watermelon the other weekend.

Yes, you read that correctly.

A twenty dollar watermelon.

Twenty. Dollars.

An entire Jackson dedicated to a single piece of fruit.

Since moving to Arkansas, we have had to drive basically an hour both ways to the grocery store. Where we live has exactly zero options for organic produce. I know. I’m so annoying. Just buy the other kind. Except, I can’t. Now that I know what I know about GMOs and what we are doing to our food these days…it actually hurts my soul to buy any produce without a 9 in the front of its little fruit code. My bananas? 94011. So, we drive every weekend to the only – and I mean only grocery store with a decent selection of produce that is within close proximity. Why not Whole Foods, you say?

I think the closest Whole Foods is two hours away.

We live in the sticks, you guys. At least when it comes to healthy eating options.

Anyway, on one such trip to said grocery store, I let Kellan pick out a watermelon on the way in. They were in one of those giant cardboard bin things and the kid loves watermelon. It’s only good in the summer. Who am I to deny him?

We go about our business buying the remainder of what is on our list and finally get to the checkout. The girl behind the counter was brand spanking new. She had the cheat sheet explaining how to scan everything literally two inches in front of her face and was struggling with how to do the watermelon, so she had to save it for last so she could ask someone to help her.

Finally, whoever was in the checkout counter next to us told her what to put in and she did while Tim, watching the screen to see how much everything is, sees the watermelon price pop up, looks at her and goes, “The watermelon is how much?”

“Twenty dollars.”

Tim: “Twenty dollars?” Obviously he’s sure she punched something…multiple somethings…in wrong.

“Yes sir! Twenty dollars!” She says with a smile. Because I guess this is a normal occurrence here. Twenty dollar watermelons.

Tim looks at me, his eyes about to bug out of his head like what in the world kind of watermelon is this?!

I just look back at him completely innocent all I have no idea. It’s organic? (But seriously that’s ridiculous for a watermelon).

Me: Do you want me to put it back? (This is always the response when the husband is about to have a coronary over the price of anything. You’ll see why…)

Tim: No.

Me: Are you sure?

Tim, through gritted teeth: NO.

Tim was not going to be shamed by a watermelon.

Right before Tim lifted our precious cargo into the cart, the guy waiting in line behind us looks at him dead in the eye and says, “better savor it, man.”

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My story was actually going to end there, until our watermelon drama continued today. Except it wasn’t twenty dollars. Instead, it was poorly secured (read: not at all) in the back of my car. I have a Highlander and if your groceries aren’t properly stowed, they’re going to roll around everywhere.

Somehow, the watermelon Kellan and I bought today managed to escape its little nook and was rooooolllling all the way to the left and then rooooollllllling all the way to the right every time I turned a corner, all the way home.

When we made it to the garage, I took Kellan out the the car and then opened the back hatch to get the groceries. The watermelon was right at the edge, basically about to fall onto the bumper.

Before I could load my arms with all the bags of groceries my arms could possibly carry and do the grocery bag shuffle to the house – because that’s what you do when you have a toddler – I went to unlock the door and put my purse on the counter. Past experience has taught me not to have a locked door and a million grocery bags. New moms take heed.

Right before I went inside, I hear this dull thud. In that moment I knew. I knew what had just happened.

Kellan! Did you crash the watermelon to the ground?? The hard, cold, concrete ground….

The response was a very happy “Yes!”

“It’s ruined!” I yell back.  I know this because just a week or so ago, a watermelon fell out of the back of my car and when we got it home, it was completely ruined inside. You’d think I’d learn to strap that baby into the seat by now.

I put my purse down and turned back to go to the garage to survey the damage when I hear a panicked Kellan yelling, “Oh no! It’s rolling away! Oh no! It’s rolling away!!!!”

In the ten seconds it took me to put up my purse and make it back out to the garage, our watermelon had managed to find its way out of the garage to our downward sloping driveway and tried to make a run for it.

Where is it? I asked Kellan, between fits of laughter. I knew that in his mind, he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He crashed his watermelon to the ground (haha! Look at what I did!) and now, now it was paying him back. Cause and effect in the greatest of lessons.

There! Down there! In the road!

We have taught Kellan that the road is for cars and if one is coming, we move to the grass because we have no sidewalk here. He knows the road is no place for a kid or a watermelon to just casually meander.

Kellan points frantically to the gutter all the way across the street, looking at me like, “Why are you just standing there and laughing, mom? This is an emergency! The watermelon! It’s rolling away! It’s in the road!”

 

 

I am thankful – July edition.

Wow! I’m almost halfway through the year of thankfulness.

I’m not entirely sure it has actually changed me in any way, to be honest, but I’m going to keep it up nonetheless. Maybe I’ll have an epiphany or something.

So, July. It started in Colorado and continues in Arkansas.

July 1: survived day one of getting packed to move to Arkansas.

July 2: seeing our friends one last time. So happy everyone was able to make it! We will miss them so much!

July 3: safe leg 1 of the move and the random texting comment at bedtime from Tim about his being medium rare by morning because his room in the cabin was a sweat box. It literally made me (and subsequently, Kellan) laugh for ten minutes….at bedtime. It was hysterical.

July 4: a safe and loooooong travel
day from Colorado to Wichita, KS. I mean, even though the hotel we stayed in was awesome (welcome bag for the dogs with a blanket, frisbee, treats, and poo bags, and a really nice paved path around two ponds to walk the dogs). We were all feeling the stress of the long day. Kellan managed to get to the cats temporary litter box and chuck a few handfuls of litter all over the place (side note: gross!!!!). When we realized what was happening, Tim jumped up and stared him down and Kellan immediately took his two big handfuls and just tossed them like, “Haha. See what I can do!” Oh, the trying threes have already begun. Bonus – we brought a bottle of wine for the trip. And we’re drinking it. After the litter incident, I walked out into the living area at the tail end of Tim filling his glass to the brim. Me too, honey. Fill ‘er up. One day this moment will be funny. I’m thankful to be able to see that.

July 5: safe FINAL travel day to our temporary apartment destination in Arkansas. Let the house walk through and closing and subsequent painting and new carpet begin…

July 6: My ability to apologize at the sort tail end of an argument with Tim. I’m not usually able to see through the raging red to do that, so I’d call that a step in the right direction.

July 7: We closed on the Arkansas house. And on a neat date to boot! 7/7/14!

July 8: I forgot how washed out and blurry the clouds are at lower elevations – and I already reaaallllllly miss the amazing, huge, crisp clouds – especially the well defined thunderstorms/supercell clouds – in Colorado. We did, however, find a tiny oasis that is the only organic food store for MILES. Can we say I’m going to grow my own produce? So, I’m thankful for that small piece of “normal” in a town that is way, WAY behind in fresh/organic food.

July 9: Took Kellan over to the house and he had fun/got a little more comfortable with it. Hoping the mini-trips will help once we officially move in in about a week.

July 10: Tim has this uncanny ability to make me crack up while I’m trying to get Kellan to sleep. And when I can’t help but laugh out loud hysterically, Kellan does too. It makes bedtime take longer but it’s worth it.

Tonight, it was this text from Tim that did me in: “It will be like sleeping in the engine room of a cruise ship out here….sloshing and whirring of the dishwasher.”

And why is that so funny? We are in a TINY one bedroom apartment right now and Tim is sleeping on the couch in the living area that is basically the same as the kitchen. And every appliance and fixture in here is at least 20+ years old. So, I didn’t really think anything about the dishwasher except that it needed to run, so why not overnight? Little did I know that when it was on, it is so loud it sounds like it’s going to take flight. I started it on the normal cycle while Tim gave Kellan a bath/storytime. Then, Kellan and I got all nice and settled in for bed and not two minutes later, Tim sends that text….and I lost it because the imagery….he’s out there on the couch with a sheet for a blanket, three cats, and an ornery dishwasher about to lift off while Kellan and I enjoy the calm darkness and ocean sounds via the iPod. Now go read the text again. It gets funnier the more times you read it. I’m thankful for these moments where Tim makes me laugh and laugh when I least expect it.

July 11: so, Kellan has been throwing all of his food on the floor all the time….and tonight when I came back to the couch to give him his requested cup of milk, he had put his entire bowl of macaroni on the coffee table without me even saying anything. When I walked over, I handed him his milk and was (in my head) like, where is your pasta?! And I look behind him to see it nearly places on the table. Made my heart so happy. I told him I was so proud and that was the perfect spot. And yes, he was watching Cars and eating dinner at the same time. We are in a one bedroom apartment and right now my motto is go with the flow.

July 12: wine and giant chocolate chip cookies.

July 13: Kellan’s vocabulary. Today I asked what Gracie and ditzy (Chloe) were doing laying together in their little cat carrier and he goes, “Nothing. Just hanging out.” And the other day he blew the painters mind by saying, “I want to help with the delicate things” (chandelier pieces I had taken down).

July 14: A gorgeous sky at night after surviving our (Kellan’s) first dinner with Tim for a work thing. Beautiful mammatus clouds! I have really been missing the clouds and how crisp they are in colorado, so it was nice to see these tonight. Also thankful for Kellan always cracking me up. Tonight it was a quick, impromptu trip to Braum’s
(Like a Dairy Queen except they also sell groceries…all kinds). After getting our ice cream and sitting down at a table, Kellan sees the pepper shaker and very seriously goes, “Mommy! I don’t want pepper to sneeze me!” I was cracking up.

July 15: the AMAZING LOW HUMIDITY today (32%!) In Arkansas in July. Thank you, Mother Nature. It made me really, really miss Colorado, but so thankful for this rare day….and I actually think the cooler weather continues through this weekend! Hurrah!

July 16: Another amazing weather day. And Kellan reading books out loud. So adorable. His picks today were Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? And Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear?

July 17: a fall weather day in July in Arkansas (high was high 60s and rainy). Loving the brutal heat reprieve.

July 18: I don’t know if it was just today or what, but almost every single person who saw Kellan today said he was SO CUTE. And he brought a smile to their face. It was really sweet. I mean, of course I think he’s cute, but really, everyone seemed to have a lingering smile after our encounter. It was really nice.

July 19: Life is so precious. Sometimes you forget that when you’re caught up in the little annoyances that really aren’t a big deal at all in the grand scheme of things. So grateful just to be able to live and enjoy life. Kellan really helps with that….with appreciating the little things. He had a blast digging rocks out of the dirt at the Arkansas house today. Rock after rock after rock. Big and small, tiny and humongous! It was so refreshing to watch him. Just living.

July 20: A sweet and totally unexpected card from the BFF. It made my whole day! Living super far away and not basically right next door is a hard adjustment.

July 21: even though the moving in of all of our stuff was extremely stressful this morning with all kinds of hiccups, our new neighbors, Bob and Amy, came right over and offered to bring us lunch. It was so nice of them. I know we would have eaten crackers and water or whatever snack type food we could give had it not been for them. I’m already loving this house and neighborhood.

July 22: Finally picked up the dogs from daycare. I think they thought we left them forever. They had the biggest smiles on their faces the whole way home…and it was fun to watch them explore the house and yard for the first time. Thankful for their loyalty and ability to live in/enjoy the moment.

July 23: Tim and my ability to somehow empty the garage/put everything to one side or in the attic to get our cars inside and move all the tools into the “man cave exactly one day after a million moving boxes were put into our house AND exactly hour before a severe storm hit. The storm started literally less than five minutes after we walked in the door, both dropping with sweat. I was like PERFECT TIMING.

July 24: Kellan running around in the driveway waaaaaaaaaay past bedtime, listening to the frogs and the crickets saying, “they sound really cool!” We didn’t have this loud of an insect/amphibian orchestra in Colorado and that is ALL you hear outside at night. It’s really, really nice and really awesome for Kellan to experience. I also received some super amazing news today, too, but that secret will have to stay locked up for a little while. And no, it isn’t a baby.

July 25: A mini-toddler break to go find carpet cleaner solo while Tim watched Kellan. I’ll take what I can get. Target all by myself? Watch out!

July 26: ummmm today is one of those days where a lot happened but nothing really stood out as THE THING to be thankful for….Kellan saw lightning bugs for the first time. We saw our outside box turtle friend again. I guess today I’m thankful we are living in a place where Kellan gets to experience so much “nature.”

July 27: the monkey bathroom is no more!!!! It looks AMAZING now.

July 28: Crickets by Colt Ford. It’s just a fun song…the chorus puts me in a happy mood.

July 29: A two hour nap – by me. Thanks for taking a super nap (3.5 hours) today, Kellan. Not being able to fall asleep last night to the point I was still awake when Kellan woke up at midnight until….2am?….made for a long night.

July 30: After 18 days – EIGHTEEN DAYS! – the painters are finally done!….I won’t mention that we noticed tonight that our carpet that was installed is messed up. It’s basically like you’re walking on a thin waterbed….and last time I checked that’s not how carpet is supposed to work…..

July 31: the final pieces to finish the former monkey bathroom have been acquired!!! First room is 99% complete and I am so excited! I also have a pretty awesome hubby and kid. Life is good.

I mean, is this even interesting?

Moment of truth: 99% of the reason I’m rarely blogging is because 100% of the posts come from my phone and it is a PITA to type a blog post ON YOUR PHONE.

Anyway. Glad I got that off my chest.

So, house renovation is still happening. We are currently going insane living amongst piles and piles of boxes and paper and lots and lots of things labeled I Have No Idea Where To Put This.

Don’t even get me started on how many pictures we have to hang…it really doesn’t seem like you own so many pictures until you take them all off the wall. Then it’s like DID WE REALLY NEED TO FRAME THIS?

The next *big reveal* will be the red monkey wallpaper half bathroom. Even our painter/handyman, Michael, who has a suuuuuper southern accent (that isn’t even totally real, he just picked it up and started using it, as he hails from ChiCAGo) was like, “I…I rally don’t know whut they were thanking.”

Me either, Michael. Me either.

This is what we walked into when we bought the house. No wonder they showed zero bathroom pictures in their real estate listing. That is definitely a red flag, anyone buying a house in the near future. If they don’t show you the bathrooms, there’s a really good reason. And by really good I mean horrendous. It’s a jungle out there (ba dum chaaa):

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Once we find a mirror and a toilet seat….Oh, yes. FYI – turns out you can buy a whole toilet and it doesn’t even come with a seat *or* a lid. Shouldn’t that be standard? I mean….come on, toilet people. That’s like selling a hotdog without a bun. I don’t even really eat hotdogs and I still think that’s crazy talk.

We also need a few other things like a circle towel bar and a toilet paper holder thing (technical terms, I’m sure) and some artwork on the walls…a towel in the circle bar… Then it’ll be a blog worthy “after” to share. I mean, it honestly looks a million times better already, goodbye monkeys! But I think you deserve the finished product with a lid.

In other news, I’m thinking about going for bangs again. Talk about a total change in topics. Welcome to my brain. Buckle up.

Join me? It’s house renovation time!

“So, are you guys even living here or are you flipping the house?” Actual question by the Lowe’s guy who installed our new awesome refrigerator (because the previous owners took theirs and we left ours in our old house. I mean, kid in a candy store activity for Tim. I won’t even get started on the other electronics he’s getting to buy. Christmas in July!).

Exhibit A:

20140720-135151-49911767.jpgAnyhow, first, I’m not entirely sure how you’re supposed to take that. Is it a compliment?

Second, it’s Arkansas. The housing market isn’t exactly booming. Sorry, Arkansas, but it’s true. I highly doubt we will make any money off this house. I think we’d be happy to break even, honestly. *However* I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to do this for a living. Remodeling houses and/or staging them to sell? It’s like Tim and my true calling. We can make any house look amazing. It’s like we actually have a knack for it….it just comes naturally.

Anyhow, back to the house. No, Lowe’s guy. We will be living here. No flipping. Only remodeling and renovating the things we thought needed help. Well, really only the things we absolutely could not live with…since this is not our forever house, we aren’t fixing alllllllll the things.

First was new paint and carpet and that’s almost finished! Benjamin Moore revere pewter and a linen colored carpet for the win!

Sidebar: do you have any idea how long it takes to vacuum a totally empty house? FOREVER. That’s how long.

So, our progress so far…and by “our” I mostly mean the painters and the carpet people…

We went from this super dark cave in the dining room:

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To this – let there be light! I don’t even think I have a picture of the chandelier before we took some weight off in the form of black shades over the lights (WHY) and these weird dangly decorative things that Kellan called silver chickens. And please excuse the giant pile in the center of things still to do:

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And this lovely mustard yellow (this isn’t our furniture – this is from the former owners):

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To this, Kellan for scale:

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Ahhhhh. Doesn’t it look and feel so much more peaceful and calming with the new paint color? As Tim says, “it feels so sophisticated.” Except not in a stuffy, snooty way. More like a quiet, cool, gently flowing riverbed stream kind of way.

Tomorrow we will finally get to move in after about two weeks of living in a tiny one bedroom apartment with all of our things in storage. I cannot wait to show you how the rooms will look post-furniture and decorations and hanging pictures! And our mini-loft we made for Kellan! And the kitchen area! That deserves its own post. So many things! Who’s excited?!!!?!! Other than me, obviously.

Here’s to the boxless calm before insanity and chaos tomorrow. We are trying a new plan of attack with the madness that is movers hauling in boxes left and right and asking where they go. Last time it was actual mass confusion as we were trying to read every box to see what was written on the side to see where it was supposed to go. This time, we pre-labeled all the boxes from every room with different colors of tape and are also taping a sign on each door/entryway with the corresponding tape color for each room and will be putting up a sign with which tape colors go upstairs and which go downstairs so they don’t have to ask every time they bring in a box. Hoping our extreme type A plan works.

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If it doesn’t, at least we tried.

Hello, Arkansas. And renovations.

So, we have mostly officially moved to Arkansas. We are currently living in The Cave. Also known as the darkest apartment ever. It’s a one bedroom…for three people. The appliances are from…the 70s? Really, I have no idea. They work, so no complaints…but I’ll be happy to be outta here in a week and on to the new (to us) house.

Yes. We bought a house that was not brand spanking new. It was built in the 90s. The half bath has dark red wallpaper with monkeys. The fixtures all over the house are a mix of brass and nickel and bronze. They have giant cabinets above every single toilet (WHY?!). The walls are red or mustard yellow or green or blue. One upstairs bedroom has faux wood floors and everything else is carpet. The vanity sinks are seashell shaped. It’s like you’re washing your face in a giant clam. It’s a hot mess you guys.

So, what are two super type A people to do? RENOVATE! Because if we didn’t do something, our collective heads would explode from lack or order and consistency and flowiness (totally a word).

This is why we haven’t moved in, yet. There are painters inside as I write this, ripping out cabinets and painting the whole dang house. They’re also going to redo our half bath. We will be going from this….(it hurts my soul and my eyes to even post this…)

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To a pedestal sink. Oil rubbed bronze fixtures. Revere pewter walls. A fabulous mirror. The floor (that you cannot see it is the same as the kitchen, which you’ll seeing a minute, is staying. The previous owners just installed it. Super neat tile. Imported from Italy.

And these space suckers in the upstairs hallway? GONE as of this morning! Hello mini-loft play area!

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Just you wait its the new look. We may not be professionals, but we know how to remodel. It’s a gift. Either that or we stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night (har-de-har-har).

Then, once the painters are finished working their magic, new carpet! And then? The three (yes, three! Yikes! The most full baths in one house we’ve ever had!) fixing 101 and fixture replacing and making it all flow together nicely. Don’t even get me started on the black mini lampshades on the dining room chandelier….

The good news? Our deck and yard are awesome. As is the general kitchen area. See? The deck even has a man cave (that’s what the previous owners called it). Also, the stuff in the picture of the kitchen isn’t ours, I just don’t seem to have a picture of its current state.

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Cannot WAIT to get started on it all….even though that involves unpacking all of our households goods and furniture and….whew. That makes me a little stressed. Because that’s a lot.

I am thankful – June edition

WHEW. Excuse me while I collapse from relocation drama and stress. Oh, wait. I can’t yet because we haven’t even left, yet. Moving is hard. Where’s my mom?

Even though our lives have literally been completely – and I mean COMPLETELY – taken over by everything involved in relocating, I still had lots to be thankful for.

And if you’re a little behind (I mean, I’m even behind and it’s my life), we are moving to NW Arkansas because the husband has a new job (same company) there.

So, let the thankfulness commence!

June 1: this blog post. It actually made me cry. It was so needed at this exact moment. http://www.scissortailsilk.com/2014/01/24/before-you-were-mommy/

June 2: we received an acceptable offer on our house (first was a low ball)! The end of keeping the house immaculately sterile is soon! So soon! And I am doing it all by myself because Tim started his job in Arkansas and isn’t coming back until June 26. Hold me. Also, where’s the wine?

June 3: someone from Tim’s (former) work drove out to the house to fix a light fixture that randomly stopped working. It ended up being a seventy-five cent fix. Also known as a broken switch. He saved us a few hundred dollars. I think I owe him a beer. Or baked goods. Something. But the light! It works!

June 4: the most incredible mammatus clouds/sunset walk that was totally unplanned. As in I went outside to take some pictures of the sky and Kellan went running down the sidewalk yelling, “turn right to go left!” Which is a line from the Cars movie and to him means go for a walk around the entire neighborhood. Which we did. Both of us in socks. He ran the whole way, too. Literally RAN. THE. WHOLE. WAY. So fun. And random.

June 5: the people who want to buy our house submitted the full contract. Yay! The showings can end soon!!!!!

June 6: ummm. Some days I really struggle with what to say…what to be thankful for…as in no particular event or thing comes to mind….the thing today that is sticking with me me 1. Me getting stressed about a showing and upset with Kellan making messed while I was desperately trying to get the house ready/everyone ready to get out the door…not a very great super mom moment there….and then later today in Barnes and Noble…a kid, maybe four or five, was there with his mom and he kept picking out books and she kept saying no, it was too expensive….I don’t know which book he wanted but I desperately wanted to tell her I would buy it – whatever book it was. While Kellan was playing with the train set, he was sitting in a chair, doing the stifled cry. I didn’t intervene…I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable…but I wanted to buy the book. Whatever it was. We are so blessed to be able to buy a book if Kellan wants it. It seems trivial, but to a kid, it’s everything.

June 7: Kellan asked for “some food…’Cheerio-e-ohs'” at bedtime. So, we went downstairs to eat a snack. He’s doing really well with utensils and trying really hard to learn to use them…and tonight I noticed that he would scoop the Cheerios onto his spoon and then tap the spoon three or so times on the edge of the bowl to get the milk off the bottom so it didn’t drop as he brought the spoon to his mouth. It seems like a little thing, but it’s really a huge thing. And I actually noticed. The craziness has slowed down to the point I am actually able to enjoy watching him learn and grow, again. So very thankful for that because it seems like he gets bigger by the minute.

June 8: not freaking out or overreacting to Kellan immediately throwing his entire cup of water on the floor within the first five seconds of facetiming with Tim. I just made him get down and wipe it up. With the number of toddler testing challenges and battles we are having as of late, I was proud of being able to keep it inside versus let his “on purpose for attention/get a reaction” activity get a rise out of me.

June 9: Kellan being goofy and putting one of my shoes on and walking around the kitchen….and then my MIL commenting on the video of the aforementioned shenanigans, asking if I just loved it when he did “adorably silly” stuff like that. As the answer is yes, I do. And I really want to be in the moment more to cherish those adorably silly times.

June 10: The sweetest going away gifts from the BFF. Super friends unite!

June 11: bringing dinner to friends with a brand new baby!! So tiny and so precious and adorable!!!! So thankful for a chance to visit with them before we move.

June 12: I survived the day. That is all.

June 13: despite of the craziness that was no one sleeping at all last night and having to be out of the house from 8:30-12:30 today for a home inspection, after we went to a random store at Pearl Street Mall and found these ridiculously small animal toys, like 12 of them, as we walked out and Kellan held them in his hand, he goes, completely genuinely, “thank you for my tiny tinies!!!” (That’s what we call them, as he got a few at the zoo awhile ago…). It was really sweet to hear that, totally unprompted.

June 14: meeting a friend I’ve only known via the blogging world in real life! So fun.

June 15: oh Kellan. You are getting waaaaay too smart! He wanted me to cut out the cows from a newly opened box of Horizon peanut butter crackers. I told him we had to wait I t we finished all the crackers and the box was empty. So, he takes the box, removes the bag holding the crackers and then goes, “It’s empty now. Cut out the cows, please?” I was like…is this really happening right now??? Then I just laughed and obliged. How could I not? So thankful for this intelligent, spirited kid with an amazing sense of humor. Also thankful for his daddy today, even though he had to celebrate solo in Arkansas.

June 16: I guess the reason Kellan wasn’t sleeping was because of some crazy development in the giant noggin of his. He has become so fun all of a sudden – it’s like he’s more a little boy. Less a toddler. And that seems weird to say when he’s only two. He’s getting what it means to make a joke. Like on the way to the dermatologist today, he was saying, “red means…..go!” And I would say noooooo! And he’d laugh and laugh. Same with “green means……stop!” Every day is such a wonderful adventure.

June 17: there was wine in the cabinet.

June 18: Super fun dinner and playtime with friends! So needed. I’m at the end of my do it all by myself sanity rope and I still have ten days to go. Also, after nap Kellan goes, “I want a soft moose. Soft like mommy.” It was really endearing and sincere and so, so sweet.

June 19: the nice, cool, lightly breezy morning….in June. I am REALLY going to miss that about Colorado. Also a hosting fun dinner with a friend who brought a yummy dessert – Nothing Bundt Cakes!!

June 20: a really random yet funny FaceTime session with Tim. “Put your butt on my shoulder…whisper in my ear….” Thanks, Kellan, for the inspiration for Tim’s song (i was on the floor, against the couch, and Kellan was on the couch and trying to almost sit on my shoulder). I didn’t even get the funny until a few minutes into it, and then I totally lost it. “Whisper in my ear….ssssspfffffffffffffffft”

June 21: I don’t know. I mean, we did a lot of things today. Farmers market. Sweet Cow. Jax. Chili’s by Kellan request (no idea why but he had been asking to go for weeks, so). Grocery store. I mowed the front and back yard. Oh. We went on a walk and rescued a caterpillar. He was afraid of the stick I was trying to get him on…then once he was on and I put him on a leaf in a tree, he just stared at me. Like intentionally stared right at me. Maybe he was saying thank you or maybe he was saying “what the f? I just finally got out of this tree?” But let’s pretend it was the former and today I’ll be the voice of the caterpillar. Some random giant saved my life even though I thought she was trying to impail me with a stick. That was unexpected.

June 22: while reading a bedtime story, I accidentally skipped a page, thinking it wouldn’t matter because Kellan skips every page except the ones he wants to read. So, in a ten page book, we may read four pages…it all just depends on the book, his mood, whatever. Anyhow, when I skipped it he immediately grabbed the book and started turning back one page saying we missed it. And when that happened, it made me smile inside because my mom always told me she would TRY to skip pages and I would stop her and tell her she missed a page. It’s a silly thing but it made me see a part of me in Kellan, and that was really fun and nice.

June 23: Tim found out from the owner of the house we are buying in Arkansas that they had two other offers for list price. The owner took our offer because they wanted to sell it to someone who would enjoy the house, versus a bank (one of the offers). Tim said he’s sure there were other reasons, but that’s not the point. Point is they loved this house and were trying to make sure someone else did, too. They fixed almost everything we asked for during the inspection, they called Tim and met with him to make sure he knew certain things about the coveted area of the deck, and said to call in the winter to help him get the outdoor area ready for cold. There aren’t many homeowners like that, I don’t think. So, a really good way to start our new Arkansas life – with a totally different perspective.

June 24: …..I just really love my little man. My life. My husband. That is all.

June 25: Fun waffle-breakfast-for-dinner with friends. And also Kellan calling the Incredible Hulk the incredible elk. And he’s 100000000% positive it is NOT hulk. It’s elk. AND on the way to Petsmart, Kellan started saying, “We are going to get dog food! And cat food! We are NOT getting flamingo food!” So funny, this kid.

June 26: today marks one week out from our actual, physical move to Arkansas. I remember Tim’s last week…and it flew by…Kellan and I didn’t really even do anything super special today….got the car serviced, he skipped his nap. Fell asleep in his PB Kids chair for 25 minutes. We veg-ed (vegged?) out the rest of the day because he also didn’t sleep last night. I got some moving things done. I guess I’m just thankful to realize our Colorado chapter is closing soon, and though I am really sad about it, I’m trying to get myself excited about Arkansas.

June 27: SO random but, looking back, I am a million percent glad I was never friends with who I thought were the “cool/popular” kids in high school. Turns out some of them made some pretty uncool life choices and I’m just happy I wasn’t under the influence, so to speak. I definitely don’t think I would be where I am now, and I really love where that is.

June 28: safe travel day for Tim. Reunited after basically a month! Kellan was so excited he didn’t want to nap!

June 29: Kind of a bittersweet night. Last meal with the BFF and family. We had lots of fun but it’s really hard to believe we won’t be going over for any more play dates and that we won’t be right around the corner. Love her.

June 30: Fun morning at the zoo. Last family “event” before life gets crazy with movers and packing and heading out to Arkansas. Tim and I spent the entire afternoon getting things around the house ready and Kellan didn’t complain/entertained himself/watched movies the entire time. Until
9:30 pm (lost track of time. Oops). And he’s only two. To say I was impressed is an understatement. Also: mommy guilt. But that’s a whole different post.

On to July. The month of the beginning of Arkansas.


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