With all of the hubbub during the past few weeks, I haven't found the strength nor the time to prepare a blog post. That isn't to say that I don't have a lot to say - I have plenty - and I have book reviews that need to be written and published. I've been reading a ton to keep my mind elsewhere ---
In the beginning of January, we placed our house on the market. I am happy to report that it sold. We had it under contract in 15 days. We hit a few snags in the road to our new house - which we'll settle on in mid-March - with a seller who is losing his shirt (or at least his undershirt) in that sale because he bought at the top of the market in 2005 and is selling in a recovering but not yet overinflated market. I think we're giving him a fair price for his home. It's been on and off of the market since 2010, so I'm taking a gander that he just wants to be done with it now.
I am going to miss our house. Our "big green house" as Sweetart tends to call it. She is confused when we ride by the new house which is conveniently located less than a mile from our current house. When I tell her we are going home from somewhere she wants to know which home she is going to: the big green house or the new house. I wonder how long we'll think of it that way: "the new house." I wonder how long it will take for it to become home?
We're leaving behind 12 years worth of us in our house. Our fence. Our playground. Our patios. Our flowers and trees. Our neighbors. Our new kitchen! The blood (skinned knees and having babies counts,right?), sweat and tears that went into everything we've transformed our little cape cod into for the next young family. Our family is now older, wiser and bigger ... in need of just a tad more space for the kids to play without wanting to choke one another. (one can dream, can't she?)
On another note, our twin nephews arrived safe and sound on Tuesday, February 7! Both boys, Mason and Dalton, are still in the hospital but are doing better and better each day. As of last week, all IVs have been removed from them, although they are still receiving nourishment from feeding tubes and are still hooked up to all kinds of bells and monitors that watch their breathing and heart rates (and probably much more than I could even begin to imagine.) So my brother and sister in law have had their hands full with their almost four year old and the addition of these two little ones who have yet to come home. I had the honor of meeting them last week when I was off from work on Friday. I even got to hold little Mason for a long time!! (He slept the whole time and is ever so precious!) His brother, Dalton, got to sleep in his isolette while he was having a bottle fed to him through is feeding tube. *UPDATE* Both are now off of the feeding tubes and amping up to come home! I am so excited!!
Basically, this post comes to this: I'm thankful that the boys arrived into the world safe and sound. I'm thankful my sister in law was able to deliver them without any complications and is doing fabulous! I'm thankful that our house sold quickly! and we'll be moving in two weeks. I'm thankful for the support of those who have listened to me moan, groan and cry in the past few weeks. Thankful for my husband who supports me even when he thinks I am totally off of my rocker and for my mom who listens no matter what. Thankful for our beautiful children who are growing used to the idea of moving and I think are even getting excited about it -- they're helping build my excitement too! And, I'm thankful that my Kuerig hasn't taken a crap on me in the last few weeks - I've really needed that morning coffee!