• the one about how I take it back

    “Hurry up!”

    “Please hurry!”

    “Let’s hurry!”

    How many times have these phrases been whispered, blurted, yelled, or sometimes screamed in some guttural war cry in the direction of my children? Hundreds…if not thousands of times. Whether we had an errand to run, an appointment to attend, an event to go to… I have hurried my little ones probably everyday of their lives in one way or another.

    There have even been plenty of times where I have expressed similar sentiments to my husband, my friends, my parents, or even myself in the privacy of my own mind.

    “I just wish she had a little more independence.”

    “It will be easier when they are older and don’t need me as much.”

    “I can’t wait until they can do ________.”

    “When will this pregnancy be over?”

    All of these thoughts point back to the same root meaning — hurry up.

    It’s so easy to play these thoughts on repeat when I am sleep-deprived. My brain is consistently foggy. My emotions are on high alert. It is incredibly tempting to look forward to next year, or the next ten years, and think life will be infinitely easier when my children are in different phases of life.

    But it never fails. As soon as I get my wish. As soon as my children start growing up and needing me less, I am full of regret.

    I take it back.

    I didn’t mean it.

    Let’s try it all again.

    Don’t get me wrong. I cannot possibly put on a pedestal the nights where I was up every hour on the hour with a fussy baby. I can’t forget the time I tried to potty train Noelle using the three-day method and quit after day one. I won’t glamorize the incessant time outs or the handful of times we have walked out of a restaurant with our food in to-go bags because our child(ren) threw an epic fit. These are not parenting moments that I wish to relive, but rushing through them wasn’t the answer, either.

    While each new phase brings along excitement and new adventures, it also leaves behind a tightening in my chest…a longing in my heart… for the days that we will never have again.

    I take it back.

    Don’t hurry.

    Please.

    The minutes, hours, and days are going to pass in the same speed, whether we wish them away or not. And before we know it, our babies…the ones we held and rocked and stared at for hours on end in their first months of life…will be walking through the doors of their elementary schools, and we will be so lucky to even get a look-back or a wave.

    At least that’s what my oldest baby is doing today.

    Today, she starts 2nd grade. But wasn’t she just in Kindergarten? How did this happen so quickly? And how do I get things to slow down?

    Many times throughout this past summer, when my patience had worn thin, my energy level was on empty, and my creative juices were dry…and my children had watched their fill of the Disney Channel and even the weirdest Youtube videos of adults opening Easter eggs full of cheap toys couldn’t entertain them…I thought to myself, “I can’t wait until they are back in school. Things will calm down and return to normal.”

    But damn. I take it back.

    I miss her already.

    And next week, Charlotte will be headed out the door for all-day preschool, three days a week, and I will miss her, too. All the times I have been frustrated with her…the times I have wished she wouldn’t want one more tickle on her back when I just want to go to bed…the times I have groaned in disbelief when she asks for a snack 20 minutes after eating breakfast…I will take those back, too.

    They are only small for such a small amount of time. Too soon, you are called to send them out into the world, which is probably the most painful thing ever because it is literally a living, breathing, piece of your body, heart, and soul walking around in that great big space without you. You love them so much it hurts — a widely-used cliche, but the only fitting way to describe it.

    Too soon, you are worrying about friends (and enemies). You are worrying about parties (and not getting invited to parties). You are worrying about love interests (and broken hearts). You are worrying about getting into college (and then them actually going to college).

    The future, though colorful and bright, can take its time. At least for me, for right now, I am in no hurry. I can’t be in a hurry. It’s all going too quickly on its own.

    We don’t have time to go back and get your blanket.


    I take it back.

    We don’t have time to see one last animal at the zoo.

    I take it back.


    We don’t have time to read one more story.



    I take it back.


    I can’t wait until…

    I take it back.

  • the one about when I was 17

    Tomorrow, I will be 33 years old.

    When I was younger, like most teenagers, I would project forward and try to anticipate what my life would be like at each upcoming stage. When I am 25, I will be _____________. When I am 30, I will have _____________. And while “33” wasn’t really a milestone age that I looked forward to very much, I know that I had some prediction of who I would be, what I would be doing, and how my life would be unfolding.

    And honestly? I don’t know how I am stacking up.

    I have a four year bachelor’s degree in elementary education that I “used” for six years full-time and three years in the part-time realm. I now walk past an entire shelving unit in my garage stacked to the top with teaching materials on my way to the deep freezer to retrieve yet another box of frozen waffles for my hungry children demanding “breffast.”

    I didn’t predict that when I was 17.

    I am greeted by the kisses of four beautiful children each morning and I place my kisses on the foreheads of those same four beautiful children each night. And twice, over the past nine years, I lost two babies to miscarriage. Babies I can’t think about because it hurts too much to go there.

    I didn’t predict that when I was 17.

    I am a weary traveler on this road of motherhood. Wherever I go, I carry a bag of diapers, Minnie Mouse undies, fruit snacks, pouches of puréed vegetables, and 13 Shopkins toys. I am still wearing maternity jeans because why should I wear anything with a button or zipper ever again? I’m sure there’s spit up on my shoulder and at least one booger in my hair. I haven’t slept through the night in 7 years. I pass other mamas on the same journey and raise my Starbucks cup in solidarity.

    I didn’t predict that when I was 17.

    I spend my days folding endless piles of laundry. Loading and unloading the dishwasher. Wiping chins and wiping tables. Refereeing arguments over junk toys. Transporting tiny humans in my mini van. I answer 36,815 questions a day. I am an expert at preparing meals that my children refuse to eat. I find solace in long afternoon drives with four sleeping beauties and a McDonald’s Diet Coke. I vacation at Target.

    I didn’t predict that when I was 17.

    And while my life may not be exactly what I had scripted many years ago, I find myself extremely grateful for the mess, the chaos, and the opportunities for growth. The adventurous times, the predictable times, and all the times in between. The memories, the mistakes, and just the simple opportunity to get up and try again each day.

    Here’s to “33” being far better than I could have predicted when I was 17.

  • the one about the tree house: SUCKS and NON-SUCKS

    Wow. It’s been a month since I have written anything! I guess this whole mama-of-four-while-building-a-house is kicking my butt. Time really means nothing to me anymore. It is amazing how a day can feel like a year, and a week can seem like a second. So anyway, if you have been waiting on the edge of your seat for an update on my life (sarcasm), here it is!

    The Tree HousE is coming right along. Luke and I are still married and mostly like each other despite this stressful process, and I call that a win. Of course, per the usual, we have had a couple setbacks over the last few weeks, so I think I will divide this post up into two categories, SUCKED and NON-SUCKED.

    First, what SUCKED:

    1. Another one bites the dust. I wrote in my last house update that our plumber dropped our project just a few weeks before we needed him. Shortly thereafter, our HVAC guy did the same thing. It is very difficult not to take these types of things personally, especially when it happens twice in a row. And maybe there was a personal problem that we weren’t aware of — not sure. However, you can imagine that curve ball really threw us off and caused a lot of anger, frustration, and worry. It was back to the drawing board, again. Luke spent the next couple of weeks calling more plumbing and HVAC companies, most all of them recommended by friends, in a desperate attempt to get someone who would want to take on our job. Thankfully, after more than a few dead-ends and hiccups, we believe that we have the right people who can help us. Fingers crossed. Eyes crossed. Legs crossed. All of it…crossed. We cannot take another round of “starting over”….but we will do what we have to do.

    2. Rain, rain, go away. More rain has slowed down the process of getting the exterior finished up. Weather issues are always so frustrating because there is nothing anyone can do to make them better. You just have to wait it out. Luke has stopped checking weather forecasts in order to avoid depression.

    But…what NON-SUCKED:

    1. We have siding! It is so exciting to see the actual color of the house! We picked a two-tone look. The majority of the house will be white. The rest will be a dark gray. We are using fiber cement siding for a nice, clean look. We are loving the way it is looking so far.

    One of the last looks of the house before siding.
    White siding going up on the garage.

    The dark gray siding is going up.

    2. All interior framing is done. Basically all of the interior framing is done. You can walk through and see all of the rooms and closets. This has been so helpful in seeing how the house will look and measuring how everything will fit. As soon as we can get subcontractors in, we will be that much closer to dry wall.

    3. We picked vanities, faucets, and other fixtures for our bathrooms and kitchen. It feels so good to make decisions, and I have found that making decisions inspires more decision-making. It is easy to reach “paralysis by over-analysis,” and that is definitely something both Luke and I struggle with. We like to research and analyze everything before making the leap — and sometimes you just have to go for it. You can only talk about things so many times. So, we chose vanities, sinks, and faucets for our bathrooms and kitchen, and it felt good! And we (mostly) agreed!

    4. We bought new kitchen cabinets! This was not really in the original plan. The original plan was that we would use the existing kitchen cabinets and refinish/paint them. This was a great plan until our kitchen layout changed slightly, and we realized that we needed to have three cabinets (two corner units and a sink unit) custom made. Luke tracked down a cabinet maker, but even that person couldn’t make new cabinets to match the existing style. It was looking like it was going to cost too much money and be too much effort to get cabinets made to make the existing cabinets — on top of sanding them down and painting them. We decided to go ahead and order new cabinets for the kitchen and then reuse the old kitchen cabinets in other areas of our home (laundry room, office, garage, etc). We took advantage of a sale at The RTA Store over July 4th weekend, and we were able to save 22% off the total price of our cabinets. We went with this cool gray shaker cabinet. Originally, I had my heart set on the marine blue kitchen cabinets I have seen all over Pinterest, but I realized that for our budget, I needed to make a compromise. These cabinets have a really interesting look and will be perfect for us, I believe. The idea behind this site is that you buy everything “ready to assemble” (RTA) and “do it yourself,” but for a little more money, you can get the cabinets pre-assembled, which is what we decided to do. Luke’s plate is already quite full. Adding cabinet assembly to his list of tasks might send him over the edge.

    Natural gray shaker cabinet from The RTA Store

    So, it appears that we had more “non-sucks” than “sucks,” and for that, I am grateful. This has been an up and down process since the very beginning, but we get more excited by the day as we continue to see progress.

  • The one about the Tree HousE: Windows, a roof, and more walls…oh my!

    Alright, things are getting exciting now.

    If you drive by the site, it actually looks like a house. While we still have a long way to go before we can live there, we are inching closer and closer.

    We have enjoyed seeing the rooms in the house take shape. We can actually envision where furniture will be placed, which is exciting. I can’t decide which room in the house I am going to love the most, but I think it will be a tie between the great room and our master bedroom. I am in love with the tall ceilings in the great room, but I think the large windows in our bedroom will reflect nature’s beauty in all four seasons.

    For as much that seems to be going right, we also have had our fair share of setbacks and pitfalls as of late. Remember how months ago, Luke lined up all the subcontractors through a process of lots of emails, phone calls, and site visits? We thought we had all of our ducks in a row, but last week, the plumber decided to pull out of our project. I am not going to share this plumber’s name publicly, but I will happily share it privately if you are in search of a plumber. Because this person waited until 2 weeks before we actually needed his services to back out, we are now in a pinch and starting the bidding process over again. A second company that we already had a bid from (but decided not to go with initially) decided to increase their price by $4,000 just because we needed them on short notice. It is so irritating that some people think nothing of causing a giant inconvenience to others, even after a commitment had been made. And now, because of no fault of our own, we might be forced into paying a lot more money for the same services, or at the very least we are experiencing a lot of stress. I am 100% certain we will get it all figured out because we have no other choice. Luke is meeting with more plumbers this week, and I am praying the right person takes the job (and for the price we had budgeted).

    There’s always something with a project like this. For example, the tape that goes around the windows to seal them started peeling off because it isn’t compatible with the brand of house wrap we are using. A couple of windows arrived in the wrong sizes. We had to order more roof trusses because we were short a few.

    It’s all part of the process. Nothing goes as planned, and that’s alright. I tell myself daily, “Everything is fixable. Everything is figure-outable. Nothing is an emergency.” This helps to keep me grounded (and to keep Luke grounded, which can be very challenging as he is shouldering most of the stress).

    For now, we are thankful for the dedicated crew of builders who have put up with us so far. We are thankful that they work when it’s hot, when it’s raining, and when they probably would rather be doing something else. We are proud of how far we have come since we began in February, and we are so excited to think about where we might be by August.

    Here are some photos from the last few weeks!

     Luke is standing by the door of the girls’ room. In front of him is the cutout for the lower level stairs.
     Standing in the kitchen, looking toward the laundry room and half bath.
    The first time the girls got to visit their room. The site is pretty dangerous for kids, so we haven’t let them do this since. They were really excited! 
     
    Working on the great room. The opening where the plank of wood is resting is where the front door will be.
     
     Luke is inspecting the windows. This is Leo’s room.
     
     Another view of the great room.
     
     Getting closer! The existing garage will be connected to the great room by a mud room and a fireplace sitting room (you can see the existing chimney on the far left of this photo).
  • project 365-2017; photo catch-up

    When I was admitted to the hospital at 32 weeks with preterm labor in April, my photo project had to take a back seat. This was a big bummer because I had made it to 100 days without stopping. I had every intention of getting back on the wagon when I returned home, but once I broke the habit, it became daunting to start back up again.

    I have been taking photos again here and there. Luke bought me a new lens for Mother’s Day that I have been excited to use. Since Leo’s arrival in late May, I have wanted to capture every second with him.

    Here is a little photo catch-up of the last month or so. This project, to me, is also about not giving up when I was thrown a curve ball, so here’s hoping I can keep going.

     Easter Sunday (and a rare photo with me in it)
    Shiloh’s haul from our small little egg hunt in the backyard. 
     
    Luke enjoying some snuggles in the hammock with Shiloh. 
    The girls put their new umbrellas to good use. We had a lot of rain in April.
      Charlotte taking care of baby Moana in the rain. 
       
     
    Noelle had a great year and is really excited for 2nd grade! 
    Charlotte had such a great preschool experience and already misses her teacher so much.
    There is something about this sweet face…
    Baby Leo joined our family in May.
    I can’t resist baby toes!
     
    No more pictures, Mama.
    Right now, Leo looks like the perfect mix of Charlotte and Noelle.
     
    He is a wonderful, easy-going baby. How did we ever live without him before?