Moving Day

This day was harder than I thought it was going to be. It wasn't until I heard my voice echo throughout the living room that it hit me.

 I'm not coming home. I've lived here six years. Six of the eight years we've been married have been spent between these walls.

 We were babies when we moved here. Speaking of babies...

 This wasn't even here when we moved in. We only added it on because we were going to have a baby.

Our baby boy. 

I tape and bedded this room in the middle of the summer, five...six months pregnant. Coen and Wallace both came home here. 

Home.
Home here.
There were balloons.
I rocked them both to sleep in this room. Too many times to count.

Now we're moving. I don't remember why I thought I could do this. Why are we leaving our barn??

I had been crying before we took this picture. We had to balance the camera on empty boxes and a trash can. I love this man. I'll go anywhere, and leave any "home" to be with this man. With him, I AM home. We made this barn a home, and I'll miss it. It's hard to leave a place filled with so many good memories, and it's hard to make good memories without someone you love.

THE Pumpkins

I drove to four different Target stores to find these little plastic pumpkins for Coen's rice/sensory bin.

I found them in the dollar section and the preschool teacher in me knew they would be perfect for sorting and counting and such. I put them down for budgetary reasons and couldn't stop thinking about them. Of course after I couldn't find them at the first two Target stores I went to the challenge was on.

 I win.

Look, no furniture.

A Thousand Words

September 27th

While searching through pictures I wanted to use for various posts I had to include this one.

 This is our life. I guess I should say "was" our life in September. A few things to note:

1. It's dark outside. It's September. This means it's quite late.
2. Coen, half dressed, watching on as Wallace gets one of his last "sink baths" in the barn.
3. The dust on Daniel's legs. That white dust I mentioned in a previous post. We were always covered in it.
4. Coen's cloth diaper. Or should I say Wallace's cloth diaper on Coen. Trying to get him to notice when he's wet. Potty training sucks.

I just had to include this in a post. A season to remember!

Packing

July-August

 
We're packing! It's such a sad and exciting time. Right now I am preoccupying my mind with packing. Not just packing, but sorting, cleaning, organizing, purging. I can't just throwing things in a box. It's the perfect time to sort and organize. I love getting rid of things we don't use. Our lives are a little....chaotic right now.

 Insanity.

If anyone says that I need to give Daniel a break I'll smack 'em.

...and the kitchen sink

August 4

I have a love hate relationship with this sink. It's a wonderful, deep sink. I hand washed  dishes for five years in this sink until we got out portable dishwasher. Daniel shaved my legs for me in this sink the day before I had Coen.
I couldn't see or reach them, you see. Plus the barn doesn't have a tub.

Six years, two pregnancies a toddler and no tub.

That's right.

So here are the boys taking their first "bath" together in our kitchen sink.

Their first together and one of their last. Good bye sink!

Trains

We've had a couple of train sets around the house for a year or two now, but I could tell it was never quite the right time to bring them out of hiding....until now. These days it's trains and Blokus. Blokus and trains! A new found love!

He connects all of the cars he wants and drives them around the house while saying "Baaa, Baa, Baaa!!". His version of "Chooo Chooo!".

The greatthing is that the track to his IKEA set, his Circo set (shown) and his Thomas hand me downs all fit together! So we have TONS of track!

"Baa, Baa, Baa!!"  Buddy!!

The Perfect Storm

  I'm in one room trying to get Sir Demandsalot calmed down and asleep when I realize it's a bit too quiet in the next room...

"Don't touch the art supplies." I said a thousand times and then never put them out of reach.

 

Ever seen "Silence of the Lambs"? Ya know how Hannibal Lecter always spoke real calm and quiet, masking the madness within? I know how he does that. I'm reeeal good at it.

Fortunately 10 years of working with toddlers taught me to ALWAYS buy washable art supplies. Especially paint. Must've forgotten that when I bought these. The table cloth turned completely pink in the wash. That was with BIZ and bleach. It's a drop cloth now. I don't even want to talk about my beautiful "perfect shade of blue" place mat. 

Meanwhile....

The Three T's

Tunes.

 Toddler.

Tree.

Happy me. :)

Big Helper

The other day Daniel was working on a few things around the house. Things I don't really feel like bending over to do. :)
He was fixing our phone chord and Coen was watching. Suddenly he (Coen) jumped up and ran to get into his toys and dug out his "tools". Carried them right over to Daniel and whipped out his hammer to help!! I thought it was so cute!

Here he is later, helping with another project. This time they used their drills.

Fall Around My House

I did a post similar to this a few years back. See?

This year my little "nature walk buddy" can actually walk. So we strolled around and took pictures of all things "Fall". Enjoy!

Leading...

 ...following.