Movin' on up.

How badly do I not want to move? I don't think there are even words...but alas. The choices of our landlord have made it impossible to stay.
Let me list the reasons we've moved over the past 4 years.

Grad school
Baby
Growing baby - need more space
Another baby - need even more space
Had a "feeling"
Feeling was right
Landlord stopped paying the mortgage

We thought this was a 2-year lease. I still don't know what it's like to live somewhere for 2 years. The last time that happened was...1999-2001.

Lucy is confused and it's breaking my heart to tell her, "well, we're putting it in a box so we can take it to a new house..." I keep trying to tell myself that Lucy has had more stability in her young life than most kids ever get. Having me home from day 1 has set her up for confidence and ease where these transitions are concerned. But it doesn't make me feel better when I think about what she must be feeling as her books and toys go back into boxes. Molly's too young to care, and for that I'm truly grateful.
I told Andrew tonight that when we buy, i only want it to be because we've built a new home that feels like ours from the very start. I'm so tired of decorating somebody else's house. :-( I keep telling myself that my house is such a small matter compared to everything else. But it just makes ms so sad to once again put our things away and once again rent a truck and once again unpack on the other side. What hurts the most is being forced out when we're so blissfully happy in this wonderful house.
The new house is about 15 minutes from here, and about 8 minutes from Andrew's office. We're very excited about that part! It's also MUCH closer to our Church, our friends and my OB, which will be great if a) the time comes for another baby or b) we find out that it's more difficult than we thought to carry to term.
The house is the same size as this one, if not a tad bigger. All on one level, so we don't yet have to worry about Holy Molly and stairs. The lot is smaller, but we'll be in a master-planned community with parks, trails and pools, so I'm not worried.
Lucy and Molly MAY be sharing a room/bed after we move, depending on how they do on our trip to MD next week. If it's a total disaster...well...that's why we insisted on 4 bedrooms!

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I pulled Lucy aside midday for a little "appreciation" time... Went exactly like this:

A: Lucy, you are so smart and funny and beautiful. Thank you for always helping around the house and being the best little girl you can be!
L: Daddy, I'm a BIG girl.
A: of course. Sorry. Lucy what's your fav color?
L: blue and pink.
A: what color is your hair?
L: ummmmmmm... Its kind of red ....... And purple.
A: ha! It's not purple! We say prayers at each meal and at bed, right?
L: Yeeeeesssss ( in a very sarcastic sassy tone )
A: what's your religion?
L: YMCA.

Well, we go to church once a week and the gym... Obviously we go there "religiously"!!!!

Lucy Cooke, you crack me out.

Love dad.

Toe-tally Broken

I broke my toe. It's black and blue and sore all over. I ran into the brick on our front stoop, walking through the front door. I actually fell over and cried for awhile. I also did NOT use any bad language. Snaps!

This was as we were walking in the house after a trip to the pool. On the way home, I told Andrew that I'm really loving my new gym routine and am just enjoying pushing myself as hard as I can. Spin class is awesome and now I'm going to Total Body Tone, as well, which is really turning out to be a killer. Spin class really isn't "pushing" me much right now, which is good and bad. It means that my endurance is great and I'm in good shape. But it also means that if I don't find something else to mix things up, I'm going to stop seeing great results. So I'm trying a few new classes to see where else I can really work hard. TBT just about killed me on Thursday, so I'm going to go again on Tuesday - I really shouldn't be taking my toe to Total Body, as it's a step class that combines with a tough weight routine, but there's a waiting list and I'm signed up, so I'm not ABOUT to lose my spot to a stupid whiny pinkie toe. I'll just wear one shoe and one flip-flop and do everything I can to keep up. Who knows? With another day of rest, I'm might be able to put my shoe on!

In the meantime, I'm going to hit up yoga, pilates and water fit to make sure I don't slack off. Hopefully I can get to spin by the end of the week. :-( We also have a bajillion playdates, meetings and other things to get to this week, so Pinkie better straighten up and heal quick!

Texas freezer going on 2 full weeks at over 100 degrees! OverFLOWing with popsicles!!!!

Denim Duo

Do you ever look at your most worn pair jeans and think, "what on earth would I wear if I didn't have you?!"

That's how I feel about Andrew. He's a little softer every time I pull him out of the dryer, doesn't mind mud on his cuffs, hugs my butt well...you know, just like my best jeans.

Oh, be serious. You know what I mean! What on earth would I do without him? Just like my favorite jeans, he's a constant. Only good surprises.
We're coming up on 5 years of marriage. That's a lot of marriage for someone who's relatively new to the whole business. It's been the easiest, silliest, sunniest, funniest 5 years of my life.

What do I look forward to? On February 4th, 2076, I'm going to type, "wow! 70 years already?!?" and I'll pat his knee and say, "okay - posted. Now let's go to bed - I've got spin class in the morning!" and he'll just smile at me. Cause I'm 96 and awesome, and he's 97 and going fishing in the morning.

The difference between my jeans and my husband? I probably won't turn him into cutoffs, and I'll never outgrow the love of a man like him.



- Posted with love from my iPhone