One More Night

Whew, even Sweet P's worn out from packing

After tonight (which I'm not really counting), we'll have ONE MORE NIGHT! in the apartment. Can you tell I'm excited?

What I'm not excited about are the shin splints I'm currently suffering from since we live on the 3rd floor of an apartment bldg with no elevator. Doesn't moving out sound like fun? Oh it is, it is. It takes me 30 minutes to pack the car with a load and about 5 to unload it at the house...why? Oh. Yep. Stairs. But I'm not complaining. Really. I'm just so doggone excited about getting out of here that I shouldn't even be talking about those stairs. I also have to remember that we decided to save money and do it ourselves so I need to just settle down.

If I had some pictures, I'd show you how desolate our apartment is. But I haven't really been up to par in the picture taking area (remember?) and I get reprimanded by Gammie on a regular basis ("Where are my pictures of Sweet P?"). I know you're reading this mom, so there you have it. Plus, there's a pic of her up top.

Also, if I haven't mentioned it, Sweet P's first real word is BALL. She says ball for just about everything, because if you think about it...there's a lot that resembles a ball. Like onions, apples, balloons...you name it. It's a ball to Sweet P. She amazes me that she can find a ball in ANY store.

Tomorrow night I'll post a super fun post about what went on that same night a year ago. It'll be the last post from the apartment. And then we'll be MIA for awhile as we set up shop in our new home and get around to setting up the good ole internet.

Shout out: To Auntie Rosita who had her first open house tonight! I haven't heard how it went yet, but I'm sure it was fabulous. If you haven't checked out her work, you should! I'm not just saying that because she's my sister, either.

Wordless Wednesday

The Secret...

The Farmer and I are buying a house! We finally found a house we both love and are in the middle of the process. I wanted to wait until after the inspection before blurting it out to the world (which is tough, believe me). The inspection went well and they are changing a few of the things we asked of them. God is good and has definitely been guiding us through this entire process. We are on our way to being home owners and in my opinion, not fast enough. Here is an episode that occurred at the apartment complex this week...

The Farmer was getting ready for bed and came in to kiss me goodnight (I was finishing up some things online).

Me: Do you smell something burning?

Farmer: Yes, must be outside.

(Farmer goes to bedroom and gets in bed.)

I finish up and hear a loud POP similar to that of a gunshot...not a good sound. I looked up and saw the mirage in the air that a fire usually makes and thought: They are burning something right outside!

So I stood up and my eyes got wide...really wide. Approximately 75 feet from our building was a blazing fire inside of our dumpster. This would be fine and dandy if the dumpster wasn't surrounded by a wooden fence AND 75 feet from my child's window.

Me: BABE!!! THE DUMPSTER IS ON FIRE?!@#$@$!^

Farmer: What?! (half asleep)

Me: I'm calling 911. (calls 911)

We then watch from the window as two residents run out with fire extinguishers which do a whole lot of nothing to the fire. The fire truck finally gets there and has it out in about 2 minutes. After it was all said and done...

Me: I'm asking Adam (our realtor) tomorrow if we can close early.

The Farmer (just now): You should've taken a picture of the dumpster.

Touche.

The House Hunt

There are days that I still feel 16 or even 20 years old and as immature as a 12 year old. There are days that I look at my child and cannot believe that I have already experienced pregnancy and childbirth (and survived both!). There are days that I can't believe I am 29 years old, married and living in Iowa. And today was the day that I find it hard to believe that we are finally on our way to buying our first home.

Our ultimate goal is to get closer to the farm, but on top of that we'd like a nice started home that we can grow into with a big kitchen and lots of storage space. So far, that's been tough to find. But we know God has the house picked out for us, we just have to find it. And I'm antsy about it. I'm ready to move now. Right now. Sigh...

For now, I'll just enjoy my apartment (hopefully my last) and all of the memories it holds. Our first (and second) year of marriage, 4 birthdays, one pregnancy, one birth, Sweet P's first year, loads of visits after her birth, 2 looong winters, lots of meals, lots of laughter, lots of tears (happy and sad, but mostly happy) and lots of love. But I'm ready to move on.