Our baby girl (who I will call E here on the blog) arrived on October 21st. I was exactly 41 weeks pregnant when she made her appearance. I will do a post on her birth story soon. For now, I am swooning. She is perfection and getting to hold her in my arms is indescribable.
Since this home building experience is such a huge blessing in our life, I thought I would blog about the process and do monthly updates. Everyone says building a house is really difficult – a labor of love (I think I am already experiencing another huge labor of love this month – I’ve met my quota). They are so right, goodness, I needed more empathy when people use to tell me their stories.
There are so many stories from our entire process starting from the very beginning. It all started when we put our last home on the market in January 2016. I will have to save all of those for another day though. Believe me, some of them are sure to make for some good entertainment.
For today, we will start in the month of September in 2016. We had waited for our permit for about 2x’s the quoted time from the county. It was not necessarily the county’s fault they had questions for the builder and there was a lot of back and forth. For the most part, we had been in a stagnant holding pattern since about June and we were feeling so discouraged. No real updates except for those that included set backs. I must note however, I know some people who waited for up to 2 years to get a building permit! I guess it’s all about perspective.
On September 14th we received word that our permit had been approved. HALLELUJAH! That felt like we had overcome the biggest hurdle. Here is the timeline of how things went the rest of the month.
- September 14th – Permit Approval
- September 14th – Excavation Began (we had a heads up on the permit approval)
- September 21st – Footings Formed, Footings Inspection (passed), Footings Poured
- September 22nd – Walls Formed
- September 23rd – Wall Inspection (passed), Walls Poured
- September 24th – Walls Stripped
We were literally at the land like all day every day while this action was happening. It’s not every day when you get to see big trucks and machinery on your land starting to build your dream home. K was in 3 year old boy heaven!
For the rest of the month there was no activity because we got a TON of rain. Some of the next steps to come are: plumbing groundwork, termite inspection and pouring of the slab and then FRAMING (do you hear the angels signing?). Between all of that and the arrival of babe #3 I think October is shaping up to be a beautiful and busy month!
Below are some pictures (well, a lot). I always love to look at pictures on other blogs however, these might be completely non thrilling if you don’t care at all about building!
How about you? Have any building stories? I would love to hear them. I am pretty certain it is a tie that binds!
M had a 5th birthday quickly approaching. We don’t do parties every year typically it goes: 1st birthday – party, 3rd birthday – Disney, 5th birthday party. Well this is how it has gone so far everything could change for baby #3 (sorry little one, even if you don’t have one party, we love you just as much). On the “off years” we do celebrations with just us as a family. I do have to admit that even those little family celebrations are usually pretty special. I am always over the top with birthdays and Christmas, I want them to feel like magic for my kiddos. I didn’t grow up in a family that had a ton of extra money but those days were always made to feel special for us.
So this year, M turns 5. 5! I can hardly believe that I have been blessed so richly these past 5 years. 5 just sounds like a big deal to me. Gone are all the baby ways and most the toddler ways too. I have a “kid”. WHAAATTTT!?!?!
When talking with M about what kind of party she wanted we went over a lot of different options. I knew a party at the house wasn’t an option. Our rental is small and completely not conducive to a 5 year old party. We talked about bounce houses and children’s play museums but ultimately, decided on a swimming party after the kids took lessons and were in love. As soon as she said she wanted to swim, I suggested a flamingo theme. M took no time whatsoever to exclaim, YES! She has loved flamingos for a while now.
The party turned out to be such a success and fun was had by all.
For privacy reasons I tried to leave out pictures with any of the child guests.
Added bonus to having a party for your little one. Your really good friends show up (some with their really cute babies) and you get to enjoy a much overdo visit!
K started his first ever sport team. We decided to have him begin with soccer. Both the hubs and I know very little about the sport. In all honesty, our thought process was ” they have to run around a lot and get tons of energy out – lets go with soccer”. I have two cousins in college who are pretty much all stars at soccer, so maybe I am hoping “it runs in the family”. We were warned not to expect too much from team made up of 3 & 4 year olds. For us, it is perfection! They know nothing about the sport, we know nothing about the sport. We shall grow and learn together.
There is something so absolutely adorable about K in a uniform. I love seeing his little legs with shin guards and soccer socks. There is also something so sweet about the little ones kicking the goals into the wrong nets and stopping mid game to look at birds or a plane flying by. I absolutely love these moments of being a mom. Seeing your children try something for the first time, it feels like such a gift. I get so excited to think about the kiddos finding what they love and watching them grow.
M & K were both super excited to go to orientation for school this year. There is something that feels really comforting to me knowing that they will be in side by side classrooms this year.
We got dressed and raced out of the door with pure excitement. I thought K might be a little apprehensive because can sometimes be a mama’s boy…….wrong. Don’t worry about me K. I’m good crying here in the corner by myself.
M is my social butterfly. She did immediately race up to her friends and play however, by the end of the hour she was sure to be in my lap. She has been needing extra cuddles and care and I am certain it relates to the new babe coming and all the transition. No worries M, I got as many cuddles as you want!
I think this is going to be a great school 2016-2017 school year!
I hope they never stop bear hugging one another.
My kids classic silly faces….we’ll work on those 😉
Fall is my favorite season of the year. The weather is perfect. Outdoor activities are fun and beautiful. I simply love everything about it. We normally wait a bit later to do apple & pumpkin picking but, with weekend soccer games and busy schedules right up until the baby comes, we decided to go early. I am so glad we did. The day was amazing. You can’t ask for anything more. And definitely do not rule us out yet, we will try to find someway to fit this into our schedule again.
This post may seem completely dramatic but hey, when it comes to our kids aren’t we all a little over the top sometimes? Last week the children in our school district started their school year. That is when panic ensued. One year left with my first born until she spends more time with her teacher and her classmates then she does with me every Monday – Friday. The real kicker is she has a September 30th birthday so technically she was born on the last day acceptable to start this school year but we decided to wait. So I am already getting an extra year with her.
Year 4 was a sassy one for my M. She pushed boundaries and tested my patience far more than ever before. We had many many talks about sharing, caring, and thinking about others. But, oh my, this girl. She is so much more than just a sassy year. Her heart is pure gold….pure gold I tell you. I often wonder how I, of all people got to be her mama. If I am upset she is kissing my cheeks and hugging my legs. Her empathy far exceeds her 4 years of life. Ever since she was a baby she would play with my hair. Sometimes she would do this to fall asleep but now she just does it out of habit. M playing with my hair is literally one.of.my.favorite.things.in.the.world. To the end of my days, it is some of my most cherished times with her. I love her little fingers twirling my hair while we have endless discussions about everything.
Her love runs deep for so many.She immediately says prayers when she sees an ambulance or a car accident. Her and her brother may fight but, she is the first one trying to break him out of time out. They hug and kiss all the time (mostly when I am letting them play by themselves). She misses her friends when not in school and says how she hopes they are happy. We have no family that lives near us yet, they are always in her heart and she speaks of them so frequently that it is clear how much they are a part of our lives. And oh my heavens, don’t let that child see something sad on T.V. she will cry for an hour because a horse or a doggy got lost and she is just so sad for them (same for “Lost Dog” posters on light poles).
I always tell my children that they are my sunshine and the air that I breathe. So how do I not spend all my days with her anymore? I also know that there is a definitive amount of time left. This is year is going to go by so fast. We are welcoming baby #3. We are building our house and moving in. We are going to be caring for a large amount of property. It is my hope that I savor all the time that I get with her during all of this chaos.
Now, I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge that so many people have gone before me in this arena and have managed just fine. Whether its moms facing going back to work or sending their kids to school for the first time.I think we have all seen the recent video of the mom taking her little guy to Kindergarten for the first time and then following up the next year. I mean, its funny. And I do secretly hope there is some truth there.
All I know is that whether it is kindergarten, high school or college M is my baby, my first baby. She made me a mama. That girl brings me more love than I could have dreamed of. I am going to try to stay in the moment and be present with this little lady. Love our lunches together, cuddle during quiet time and savor ever twist of my hair through those little precious fingers. 5 years with her at home isn’t enough but then again, would I ever have enough?
I thought I would take a moment to reflect a bit on this pregnancy. Anyone excited? No? Well, since this is what I am assuming is my last pregnancy (unless God has WAY DIFFERENT plans than me) I thought maybe I should jot somethings down to always remember.
I am 31 weeks. Today marks exactly 60 days to go. I am now starting to eek into the “oh man, why do we need clothes at all? They are all so restricting!” and the “Kids, could you grab (insert whatever is laying on the floor) for me?” I didn’t think it happened this early. I know for a fact that it doesn’t happen this early for a lot of women but, me and my short torso, its happening.
In all honesty, I am not a woman who loves being pregnant. I don’t glow unless it’s sweat which happens so easy. I am pretty much carrying an inferno around and I think we are experiencing the hottest summer ever. Don’t try to debate with me on this. I don’t care what the record books say, it is the hottest summer EVER! I am still getting sick from time to time (all day every day for the first 16 weeks). I cannot sleep in my beloved favorite position, on my belly. That being said, I know just how blessed I am. Blessed that I was given this gift of carrying not one but three babies. Blessed that the humans that I love most (excluding hubs and family) grew inside of me. Blessed that my body was able to adjust to all.the.changes over and over again.
I am also seeing another side to my children and it is beautiful. They way that M & K have already incorporated the new baby into our lives makes me know that this little one is already so loved. M cannot wait to hold the new babe and begs daily to be the first to do so. She practices taking care of her baby dolls all the time in preparation. K kisses the baby every morning and night. He tickles the baby and sings to the baby. Every Friday is when I move into my next week of pregnancy. Ever since we shared the news with the kiddos it is our tradition on Friday mornings to read the pregnancy updates over breakfast. They legitimately look forward to it each week. When thinking about my kiddos and their excitement for their new sibling, I really can’t describe it any other way than….beautiful.
Am I scared? Yes, yes I am, why thank you for asking. Some days I feel like my knuckles are white because I am gripping onto something in shear fear and anxiety. Many days life with 2 preschoolers is exhausting and I feel like I am giving all I have to give (this is including: trying to still be a present wife, dealing with my health issues, buying land, building a home, extracurricular activities, moving, cooking meals, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and oh-so-much-more). So I wonder how can I have any more to give? Honestly, I have no clue. I just know I will. When you love your tribe you just keep going. Will I cry some days and think I can’t do it? You betcha. Then, I will keep putting one foot in front of the other and pray that I am doing right by these little ones of mine.
I can hardly believe that my little guy is 3 years old. There are so many emotions tied into this. I remember being 16 weeks pregnant and hearing that I was going to have a little boy in my life. In all honesty, I had to take a huge breath. My thoughts were “But I have a girl, I am a girl, I know what to do with girls. I have no idea what to do with a boy.” I was assured that it would come just as easy as it had with my daughter. Truth, there were some learning curves and I am so appreciative of them.
The past three years with K have taught me so much, he has taught me so much. He has proved to break the mold in every way possible. Challenging me and making me grow in ways that I never knew before. This little guy of mine is wild and oh so energetic. Gone are the days were we can sit and read books to pass away a rainy afternoon. It is nonstop action with him. He crawls into my bed every morning between 5:45am – 6:00am, cuddles me and then declares he wants “bre-fast”. As much as I long for more sleep (which I do, I so do) I cherish his little pudgy hands around my face and those kisses every morning.
Everything K does he does hard and fierce. Yes, he plays hard but, boy oh boy (pun intended) he loves hard. When I told the kiddos about Baby #3 I knew M would be over the moon (she has been asking for a baby in the family for almost 2 years) and I thought K would be ambivalent. I was so wrong. He cuddles my bump everyday. He says good morning to the baby everyday and before bedtime he must give the baby one on one time. I feel so blessed to get to see this side of my sweet boy.
My little guy, who is starting to not be so little, has blown me away in more ways than I can count. He keeps me on my toes…always. He is a frisky soul who loves fiercely. I cannot wait to see the boy (and one day man) he becomes because I know he is going to make me so very proud….he already does.
Happy 3rd birthday to my little Nuggen.