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I am thankful – August edition

Wow. It’s been a month, that’s for sure. Life is very….different? This was Kellan and my first full month in Arkansas. It’s ready hot, you guys. REALLY FREAKING HOT. I’m not a fan, though I am thankful for our wooded backyard+ mature trees because that equals lots of shade….on the house. Not like a person “throwing shade.” I don’t even know if I totally understand that because shade is actually really nice…and cool…I guess trees throwing shade is just a whole different thing….I digress. Here’s our month. In thankfulness form.

AUGUST THANKFULNESS

THANKFULNESS

August 2: an entire day of zero house/unpacking/fixing stuff. And we found a mellow mushroom…haven’t been there mmmsince we lived in Georgia. Fun re-memory. AND I found two wooden Thomas trains on super clearance. As in both were less than $4.00 IN TOTAL. If you know anything about Thomas trains, you know the wooden ones are anywhere from $15 to $25 or more…EACH. I never find deals like that! I found this one by complete accident. Happiest checkout experience ever.

August 3: THE HALF BATH IS DONE! I mean, I need to put some soap in there but that’s way easy. Yay for the first completed room!

August 4: unexpected Mickey pizza from manager at longhorn because she heard Kellan asking for a pizza for dinner (versus the grilled chicken he had). We were so surprised when our server brought it out. Such a nice thing to do…the manager heard the pizza request in passing and acted on it. Such a rare thing to find and have happen these days it seems. Grateful to have been the recipient.

August 5: [writing this on August 6] because I’m thankful for surviving the day. Holy horrible sickness that morphed into a migraine and resulted in my bowing to the porcelain bowl around 9pm…and *then* barely getting any sleep because my head hurt so badly. The kind of hurt where you try not to think at all because that just makes it hurt worse and you instead try to find something to repeat over and over in your head. Like “cool moss.” Thankful to have survived the day and night because it was brutal.

August 6: Not having the stress of being the sole breadwinner in the family. I use to be really bothered by that – not being *the one* making all the dollars – but now I’m glad I’m not the one with that stress…not to say I never want to make the big cheese, it’s just that today, I’m thankful I’m not the one carrying that burden. I can only imagine how stressful it can be.

August 7: A NEW KITCHEN FAUCET that isn’t broken/has zero water pressure/has never run long enough with its tiny stream to ever get the water hot. It made washing anything really, really gross…having to will the tiny food particles down the drain…tiny wet food particles….ew ew ew. Thank you new faucet and water pressure!

August 8: even though Kellan is at the age/stage where I basically want to pull my hair out sometimes, there are these little moments where it’s just like, wow. Maybe we are actually getting through to him. Tonight, after we came inside after playing in the rain on the back deck (looooove the back deck), I handed him his water while he was sitting at his table reading a book and as I walked away he goes, “thank you, mommy” with zero prompting from anyone. It was so sweet and polite and unexpected. It makes all those other AHHHHHH moments melt away.

August 9: Mimi is here safely!

August 10: Parenting lessons from Mimi. Also known as watch and learn. She makes it look so easy!

August 11: Seeing how much joy Kellan brings to Mimi. It is so sweet to watch them together, laughing and playing. He loves her so much. Whenever they see each other it is like no time has passed, and they just pick up where they left off.

August 12: the most perfect, low humidity, mid-80s with a breeze weather day. Lots of other things happened today that were less pleasant, but the weather was spot on.

August 13: A fun afternoon going to an antique store with my mom! I am new to the antique scene and I LOVE looking for fun finds! She’s way more experienced so she helps me learn how to look for the “real antiques.”

August 14: some days I am reminded just how blessed our family is….how blessed I am. Nothing in particular really happened, it’s just sometimes I get this feeling inside like, “Wow. We really have so much to be thankful for.” Today was that day.

August 15: Kellan asking to sleep with Tim at bedtime. He lasted all of five minutes before saying, “I want to sleep with mommy” but it is a huge sign that he’s getting ready to be comfortable sleeping on his own/without mom all night! Also slightly bittersweet but yay for imdependence.

August 16: We organized the garage… almost. As in a garage sale must happen before we can completely finish, but still. It looks way better than it did, and we all know how much we love (read: extremely dislike) an unorganized mess.

August 17: getting more of the house out together. I think today is the first day since we moved in that the hallway area between the kitchen/dining room/pantry is 100% clear. Oh, also thankful for my ability to see I was having a bad attitude morning and Tim gave me a huge bear hug and said he was sorry I didn’t get any sleep (which is true). Self awareness on both parts made me try to constantly check myself before I wrecked myself all morning until the little black rain cloud following me finally dissipated.

August 18: I have been having trouble finding the humor in minor “disaster” things that happened recently. Today, the watermelon I bought wasn’t secured properly in the back of my car and rolled all over the place on the way home. After we pulled into the garage, I opened the back door (Highlander) and got Kellan out of his car seat. I started walking inside and I hear a loud thump and I was like, “Kellan! Did you drop the watermelon on the floor?!” (Concrete garage floor) and in a very proud of himself voice he was like, “Yessss!” And the first words out of my mouth were, “It’s ruined!” (I dropped a watermelon out of the back of my car the other week and totally destroyed (bruised) the inside). Then, as I start walking back outside all I can hear is Kellan yelling in a panicked voice, “It’s rolling away! Oh no! It’s rolling away!!!!!” In a split second, I knew. I knew exactly what had happened. And I started laughing hysterically. Kellan’s watermelon had made it to our downward sloping driveway and rolled allllllllll the way down and across the street. When I asked, through my laughs, where it went, Kellan points and goes, “Over there! In the road!” And sure enough, there was our watermelon, resting in the gutter. I’m thankful today to be able to see the humor instead of getting upset about a probably ruined watermelon.

August 19: honestly. I forgot to write something before going to bed last night and now it is the next day and I can’t remember anything….because 1. mom brain and 2. we had to get up super early to go to the DMV. Or as Kellan said while crying this morning because wakeup time was WAY earlier than normal, “I don’t want to go to the DMV and U and W.” I hear ya, kid. Me either. Anyway……totally drawing a blank….I’m thankful for?…..Tim finally getting a diagnosis on his ankle (tendinitis….and now he’s having to wear a walking boot for a month and take massive steroids to help with swelling)? Maybe that, yes. So he can get it healed and then get on with our exercising together selves. Because that is way more fun, in my opinion.

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.

August 21: thankful to have had the FOURTH doctor I called get Kellan in for an appointment and subsequent referral to an allergist today versus weeks from now or not accepting new patients now. Hopefully we will know something soon…even though soon is like two weeks from now….

August 22: Not that I was driving super fast, but thankful the cop I passed “checking” speeds seemed mine non-ticketable and stayed in his hiding spot (how is that even fair, anyway?)

August 23: Struggling with coming up with a thankful moment of the day these past few days….today we put up pictures and Kellan didn’t nap but oh! He asked to vacuum! He walked right over to it and said he wanted to vacuum! So, that was new….and this morning at breakfast, we were cracking up because Kellan kept asking Tim to do the “voice of Batman/Superman/Aquaman.” Batman was deep. Superman was a radio personality voice. Aquaman was Kermit the frog voice. It was hysterical. Thankful for those laughs.

August 24: Getting stuff done. As in hanging about a million pictures. Yay for less clutter and pretty walls!

August 25: random act of kindness from a lady in the floral department at our local grocery store. Kellan ran over to look at the balloons while I was finishing checking out (read: had to chase after him). He was behind the counter when I got there and I was like AHHHH! We don’t work here! Then I saw the lady and she was like, “I was going to blow these up for him if that’s ok?” I was so surprised. It was such a sweet thing to do! Usually we get the evil eye if Kellan runs off and does something like that, like why are you not controlling your child?! She, instead, says, “He’s just too cute!” Zero irritation or eye rolling at Kellan just being a kid. That is one amazing thing that we are learning about Arkansas. Everyone is so child friendly/patient/gracious. It’s really hard to find places like that these days, but we found it here.

August 26: Random venting session with the BFF. I think we both feel better, now.

August 27: THE ONLY NATURAL FOOD STORE IN THIS TOWN HAD BREAD. Kellan all time favorite, toast with jam, can be consumed again.

August 28: at the grocery store today, I saw a mom, dad, and little boy no older than two, in the produce section. The kid had one of those tiny shopping carts and the had knelt down with a bunch of bananas and was calmly and very nicely telling/explaining to him to put them into the tiny cart gently. The kid was trying but I mean, the bananas were almost as big as he was, so I’m guessing the task was a little difficult for his little hands. Anyway, the mom was standing above them both, arms crossed, looking pretty annoyed. Finally, she said, “gentle hands” and rolled her eyes because obviously dad was using the incorrect words to get his point across. The dad immediately started saying “gentle hands” and at that point, I walked by them so I don’t know how the story ended. I am guessing more passive aggressive lecturing from the mom. That whole five seconds scene really made an impression on me, though. The dad was really, really trying to do/say the right thing and the mom was just standing over them like, “You are such an idiot. You have no idea what you’re doing.” And maybe he didn’t, but from an outsiders perspective, he was doing everything right and was making a big effort and that effort was basically sh*t on when the mom stepped in all, “GENTLE HANDS.” I think maybe the randomness of me seeing this tonight was a moment for me to step back and be thankful that Tim has a dad like that, who really does try to do the right things, even if he doesn’t know the “usual” or the “term/phrase” that Kellan is used to hearing to complete a request. I need to be a silent observer instead of stepping in and sh*tting on their activity by basically saying Tim is doing it wrong, whatever it may be. It’s actually pretty heartbreaking to witness, as I did today. All that effort by dad is basically undermined when mom steps in in that manner. So, I’m thankful to have witnessed the hurt and harm in my own actions, though not done by me. I guess sometimes you have to see it that way to really understand how you look to a stranger.

August 29: Safe travel home day for Tim!

August 30: The most gorgeous sunset! I love nature.

August 31: Kellan’s sense of humor. He knows he’s making a joke and cracks himself up, which makes everyone laugh.

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.


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