going home

Weird that "going home" to Utah kind of feels like I am "leaving home" here in Oregon. 

I think that is a good sign. 

long awaited

You are thinking that you have been waiting FOREVER for me to blog again. 

Well, I felt like I waited FOREVER to find someone who would love me and marry me. 

So, we are even. 

and that is what life is all about fair and even right?  (I live with a 5 and 7 year old. . . . and they think that is what it is all about. . . . and apparently, I am NEVER fair to them because I make them do chores and homework and get dressed in the morning and clearly I am very, very unfair). 

 

I have a new goal to blog again. 
I have a lot of new goals. 
and I am unsure how many of them are actually realistic and attainable so don't get too excited. 

It's been almost three months since my life changed.
dramatically.

It's taken me that long (and then some) to get my feet planted on the ground.

It didn't actually take me that long to plant flowers.  I guess we see where my priorities are.

 

And in case you were wondering my flowers look pretty fantastic and I look at them every morning and remind myself that it is most likely snowing in Utah and my flowers wouldn't look so amazing. 

 

I'm clearly impressed with myself. 

I have to be.

Because I am not sure positive that Eric really isn't as enamored by the flowers as me. 

The girls are and love it when they grow and bloom. 

I also made some really great curtains for the living room.
I'm thinking of going into business so if you would like any curtains. . . . at the rate I am moving on my projects lately I can have them to you in about 6.7 years when chevron curtains are way out of style (maybe they already are). 

But back to reality. 

Natalie is still throwing tantrums. 
Less often, but still. 
and she "lets me" get up with her EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.
and rub her back. 
Eric doesn't hear her doesn't get out of bed when she does.
Lucky for him.

Lauren sleeps through it too,
but still manages to wake up super early EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING.
ready to play the i-pad.
which doesn't actually get to be played until afterschool.
Somehow that causes tears EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING.
Like it is a surprise on day 76 of me being here that I won't let her play it in the morning before school.
and those 30 minutes of I-pad time that they do get after school is never quite long enough.
So there is usually a meltdown of some sort EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Sometimes A lot of times it is me that has the meltdown. 

However

We have great times too. 

(Remember those curtains and the flowers mentioned up above. . . . . . that was a great time)

We play at the park.

And go to the Science Museum.
And make cookies.
And read lots of books.
And do jobs together.
And go to gymnastics
and swimming lessons
and all over town.
And play with cousins.
And work on art projects.
And exercise "together".

And walk to and from school each day.
And have FHE (that isn't always great but I'm trying to be optimistic)
And run errands.
And dance to crazy music
And play games (over and over and over)
And learn and grow. 

And sometimes we see Eric when he isn't doing taxes or sleeping. 


And that my friends, pretty much sums it up. 

I am adjusting

and happy

and learning.

It might take me forever to understand my role.

Thankfully he's mine for that long.