We sold our little piece of country and traded it for big city life...haha (Brandon).
We looked at houses here, got transfer offers, looked at houses in other states, decided moving away was a no-go for now, and moved into an apartment as a compromise...closer to hubby's work, easier to move when/if we get an offer that IS a go.
Brandon and I went to ATL for a spur of the moment 3 day getaway.
Cade turned into a teenager. Well, it seems that way, at least. For reals, the boy has grown and talks non-stop.
Eve officially has asthma and about 4 more teeth.
I sewed three curtains, two pillows, two bags, a pair of pants, and a dress. Still have mountains of fabric.
I opted to sell my strugglin swagger wagon. I decided I wanted a CR-V...then a Pathfinder...then an Xterra because it was a little more rugged and sporty. In the end, I got a Jeep Wrangler. Score. Perfecto.
There's probably been a few dozen meltdowns, funny/embarrassing public moments, and nearly certifiably crazy moments with me and the kids, but who's counting?
About 3 hours ago, my living room floor was a sea of kettle corn.
And about 45 minutes ago, I nearly blinded myself while searing chicken in oil that was way too hot.
Ok. Up to date. Now for pics.
My little asthmatic pistol
You can take the girl out of the country...
Loves the playground
Mud. Bare feet. Cool playground. Can't beat it.
Sweet.
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