A New View (We Moved)

Beautiful and fresh grass in the morning

It might come as a shock to some of my loyal readers. I mean, I know it came as a shock to me . . .

We recently moved to a new house.

I wrote this post in March and selling our house was basically the big change I was referring to. I just didn’t want to say it. Maybe because I thought I would jinx it and our house wouldn’t sell.

But I was wrong. We had our first offer within 48 hours of putting it on the market!

In late February my husband and I started working tirelessly to get the house “show ready.” It took a lot of organizing, cleaning and painting. But by mid-March it was in tip-top shape.

We needed to move for many reasons. But we knew it was the best decision for us at the time.

So, when we received a good offer we accepted and immediately started looking for a new house. We knew we wanted to be in a suburb just one town over. It is where many of our friends live. The school district is wonderful and the amenities for families are amazing. The only problem is – everyone else wanted to move there too :/

In talking to our real estate agent we learned that houses were receiving multiple offers in less than 24 hours of being on the market. We were pretty disheartened to think we wouldn’t be able to get into our dream location.

We found one house, made a decent offer, and then the seller suddenly decided not to sell. We looked at a few others and nothing felt like “the one.”

One day when I was diligently looking for new listings, one popped up that met most of our requirements. The only thing was there were no pictures online. I read the description and thought, huh, sounds good. But I wondered why there weren’t any photos.

We decided to be brave and see it sight unseen. When we walked in we almost immediately walked out. It was a mess. Dishes in the sink, stuff on the floor, a bar in the main living room and crazy colors on the walls. I now realized why there were no pictures. Their house was definitely not “show ready.” In fact, it kind of seemed like they woke up one morning, plopped a for sale sign in the yard and hoped for the best.

However, the amount of space was awesome. There had been many updates to all the rooms. The basement was finished, which was a huge plus for us. The neighborhood was sought-after and so picturesque. And thankfully, I am able to see past the terrible colors and decor. I imagined what it would look like with all their junk out of the house and painted new colors.

We went on a spring break trip to Branson and talked about that house all the way there. We knew we needed to act fast if we wanted it. Someone else was probably seeing it as we tried to decide. With nervous hearts we made an offer! We asked for well below asking price and as Naaman and I sat in bed that night we got the text from our agent. They had accepted!!!

We kissed and did a little victory dance. We couldn’t believe that we had found a new house and signed everything through our phones on our vacation! Gotta love technology :)

A very smooth month and a half later, we walked in, signed on the dotted line to sell our house and buy a new one. And it was done. It still feels so surreal.

Sometimes I wake up at night and I’m momentarily confused because the bedroom door is in the wrong place. I’m still not used to the light switches and I keep forgetting which drawer the silverware is in.

But we’ve already done so much to the house that it doesn’t even feel like that same house we first viewed. The projects have been keeping me very busy and it has been really good for me.

I finally feel like I can breathe. I look around this house, and although different, I feel like God put us here for a reason. He wants us here. He knows what’s best. I need to let go of all my plans and ideas for my life and let God do His work.

I’m not saying it feels like home yet. I think that part may take awhile. But I think with each passing day our lives are going to keep getting better and better. And that feels really good.

The Big Big Bridge

  
When Landon was two-years-old he became obsessed with Thomas the Train. This caused a chain reaction of Naaman and I to buy all the Thomas things available at Toys R Us. We also bought a lot of Thomas books to read. It really was his favorite thing. Thomas and reading. Of course Brigham went through a Thomas phase and now Sawyer loves the choo-choo too.

One of the books we bought was called Thomas and the Big Big Bridge. I just read it to Sawyer the other night.

In it, Thomas has to go up the mountain with the tourists in tow. He has to cross a Big Big Bridge to get to the other mountain where the view is lush and green and beautiful.

But once he gets up there he becomes very anxious. There is fog and he can’t see to the other side. So he closes his eyes when he crosses and his wheels go off the track. He has to call in Harold the Helicopter to help.

When he opens his eyes he sees that he has missed the great view and there was nothing to be afraid of at all. The tourists on the train are enjoying the ride and his anxious mind was not necessary.

Is it silly to compare my life to a Thomas the Train book? Maybe so. Or maybe, at this time of my life when we are smack dab into raising young kids and constantly reading children’s books, it is the perfect analogy.

Our family is coming upon a big change and the unknown is always scary. It feels like Naaman and I are climbing a mountain, trying to get ourselves out of a valley. We are going across a Big Big Bridge and there’s fog so we are blind to the other side.

Just like Thomas, it’s hard not to feel anxious and frightened. It’s hard not to shut our eyes tight as we cross. But I know we’ll miss the gorgeous view if we do. And we’ll miss the opportunity to show our children that life is an awesome adventure with winding roads that often lead to a better place.

I imagine the other side to be so beautiful. A dream come true for the tourists that are aboard (the kids).

So we choose to be brave. We open our eyes, pray for safe passage and await our destination.

If Thomas can do it surely we can too.

Homemade Pedialyte Popcicles for When Your Kids Get the Sickies

We recently had a round of the sickies go through our house. First, Sawyer started vomiting. Then it hit Brigham. And last, Landon got it. With low-grade fevers and a quick recovery I am thankful we were able to manage it at home.

It’s always disheartening to see your children sick. We can feel so helpless when they are in pain and we can’t take it away with the snap of our fingers! The only thing we can do is try to comfort them as best we can. And provide hugs. Lots and lots of hugs!

One of the ways we comfort our children when they can’t keep anything down is homemade pedialyte popsicles. You can easily make these at home by using pedialyte and fruit juice in an ice cube tray!

  • 12 oz of pedialyte
  • 4 oz your choice of fruit juice (we use grape)
  • Freeze in an ice cube tray with a toothpick in the middle.

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But then there are times when the sickness is bad enough you need help. I always hate the realization that we need to head to the doctors but I’m thankful we have such amazing resources near us. There have been plenty of times we’ve needed Children’s Mercy Urgent Care Services due to the flu.

So how do you know when you need to seek treatment? What’s the difference between a cold and the flu?

  • Colds often build up over several days. If your child is fine one day and exhausted the next it’s probably the flu.
  • Colds can cause a low-grade fever. If your child has a fever above 101 degrees it’s probably the flu.
  • Colds cause congestion including runny noses and a wet-sounding cough. The flu can cause a hacking, dry-sounding cough so if there’s congestion it’s probably not the flu.

This winter, as many as 20 percent of Americans will get the flu. Your first line of defense is to Children’s Mercy Urgent Care Services, even if it’s late in the season!

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Stand By Me

When I trained last spring for my first 5k it was an 8-week program using an app on my phone. Due to the onset of depression this past fall, I lost steam and have had to go all the way back to week 5 of my 5k training. It’s really hard getting out of bed some days. So you can imagine how difficult it is to tell myself to get up and go running.

Still, I try my best. Some weeks I run only once. Other weeks I manage to force myself to exercise more. It has much less to do with what my body wants. My body is screaming at me to get up. I always feel better after I do. But my brain is telling me to stay put, warm under a blanket. It just feels safer there.

It’s amazing to me that during my depression I have somehow managed to run my second and third 5k. At the time I was running them I didn’t really think it was a big deal. I didn’t think I was anything special at all. Not like running my first 5k where I powered through and ran the whole thing without walking. Then, I felt really proud of myself.

My second and third runs have been more of a struggle. I had to stop and walk multiple times. My most recent run was in 30 degree weather and I knew right from the starting line that it was going to be a miracle if I crossed the finish line. My whole body hurt. It hurt to feel my feet hitting the pavement. My lungs burned breathing in the cold air. It hurt emotionally too. Because, if I’m being honest, I just wanted to quit and go back to sleep.

I didn’t quit though. I ran across the finish line. But I still felt inadequate and defeated.

A few days later I received notice that the finish line photos and times were posted. I didn’t care to look at the times. I never really do. Because I know my times are not impressive.

But I did want to see my photo. I was scrolling through trying to find me in my red jacket and there I was . . . with a slight smile on my face.

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I decided to scroll backwards to see if there was one of me further back. I stopped at this photo because I knew that was me in the background. Although it was obviously not meant for me, something in the left of the photo caught my eye.

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There, as I approached, was my biggest cheerleader. He finished about two days before me ;) but he stood on the sideline and cheered for me as I made my way to the finish line. Sometimes it’s hard to see and acknowledge the people who are in our corner.

No matter what we’ve been through. No matter how many times I’ve caused him stress and worry and uncertainty. He has been there, encouraging me to keep going no matter how much I want to quit.

I can’t even name a time when he has disappointed me. He has always, always been there. My constant. My knight.

When he brings me flowers it isn’t because he’s done something wrong. It isn’t because he’s trying to prove his love for me. It’s because he genuinely wanted to brighten my day.

He really is my favorite person. And I thank God that somehow, even when I want to quit, he is there to stand by me.

Hey, you.

I know marriage is not all roses and fireworks. In this rat race we call life it is really, really difficult to remember to stop and say – Hey, you. Yes, you <– I love you!

But sometimes, just maybe, the one you love will show up when you really, really need them to.

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This simple text from my husband came out of nowhere. But, oh man, did it remind me how much I am adored and loved.

And we all need that – to know that we’re loved for all the little things that make us – us.

I’ll remember this forever. Even when I’m old and there is something way cooler than texting. I’ll remember it.