Adventures in La La Land

Another Saturday . . . let's see if I can come up with 7 things this week . . . 1. My parents officially closed on both the house they're selling and the one they're buying this week. They have 30 days to be out of their current house, but get possession of the new one in 10 days. Let the moving begin! I've decided not to be sad about it. I'm going to compartmentalize my emotions and look forward to all the firsts in the new house rather than bemoan all the lasts in the old one. I'll let you know how that works out . . . Lol. 2. Levi has had some success with potty training this week. I keep waiting for him to just suddenly decide to be done with diapers - people tell me stories about that all the time - but no luck yet. He is, however, getting better at catching himself instead of peeing a puddle on the floor, so it's a much less messy process. I still get annoyed with changing his barely wet undies and hounding him to use the bathroom every few minute...

1. First of all, let me just say thank you for all the sweet words about my last entry. I truly didn't expect anyone other than my immediate family to read it all, and I love that so many of you enjoyed it. Reading the comments on facebook made me want to go back and add in even more details. I want to tell you about the time my cousin Esther and I had a picnic in the farmer's field and dreamed about our future husbands. Or the time I chipped my tooth on the water spout in the front yard. How much we hated hanging our laundry on the line. Helping my dad dig in the garden and loving the feel of the peat moss. Tormenting Libby by telling her the tractor was going to get her every time it drove near our house. The awesome tree house dad built us, and the swing he hung that we used to jump off the deck with. The time Tayton almost drowned in the pool while we all sat by talking and not paying attention, or the time one of the boys got swarmed by bees and my mom threw him in the poo...

Prepare yourself for the longest, sappiest blog entry I've ever written (and that's saying something!)  In case you're new around here, my parents are selling my childhood home. They've owned it for 35 years, so I was brought home from the hospital to that house. I lived there until I got married at 19, then moved back in with my husband and family for 6 years from 2013-2018. My parents are finally empty nesters, so the house is too big and the upkeep too much. It was on the market for 6 days when it sold for above asking. And they're closing this week. In 30ish days someone else will move in, and we'll move on. As Miranda Lambert says, I   won't take nothin' but a memory of the house that built me . So join me, won't you, on a trip down memory lane at the Fruit Ridge house . . . These 2 lovebirds bought the house in 1984 for $28,000. 🤯 Standing in the kitchen - pre wallpaper (and post plenty of other renovations) This is the reason th...