new house

Company

We’ve had a glut of company this month and the two previous.  I think it’s a combination of a more relaxed summer schedule (for us all), and we’ve also hit the time period where we’ve been in a new place long enough to comfortably host. That, and being in a place that warrants a visit.

It’s been good.  A welcome distraction from the busyness of the everyday routine that somehow sucks you in and without realizing it, time passes with no real markers.  We tend to take a lot more pictures and etch a lot more memories when we have friends and family here to enjoy them with us.

I often feel inadequate as a host, though I’m sure this is a common feeling that prevails over most of us, save for the few that are incredibly talented in this area and enjoy life filled up in every aspect.  But the only way to overcome inadequate feelings and imperfections is to practice through them.  So that’s what I strive for.

It’s been a season of running the dishwasher twice a day in order to have enough drinking glasses and silverware (why we don’t just buy another 8 sets, I do not know yet.  Eight forks seemed like more than enough when we were first married and our family took up two chairs at the dining table).

It’s been eating out at our “old” favorites and trying some new ones.  Recommended dishes described over the tops of our menus.

It’s been staying up too late because when the kids go to bed our conversations continue without interruption and that is a small luxury.  We’ve played games and eaten homemade cheese popcorn, the ice in our drinking glasses melting and condensation dripping down, making small pools on the table.  These are the things that remind us of when we were young and didn’t need a babysitter for such things.

Our A/C worked overtime these months.  Both because of the ninety-plus degree days but also a sure sign we have company.  We worry that our lifestyle of scrimping on things like air and favorite foods won’t be enjoyable for them so we roll out the red carpet.  It’s a treat for us too.

Our house has been packed with small children during these times.  And we feel so thankful that we finally feel we have a house that can accommodate them well.  A fenced in yard, a cul-de-sac to ride bikes, a playroom away from the common areas, and three eating areas with enough seats for thirteen bottoms.  These things we have longed for in our previous houses and have served us well in our short time here.

Having guests has pushed us to explore parts of our city that always felt a little frivolous to pay for or drive to when it was just our family of five.  Though I do always wish when we arrive that we were a little more seasoned and confident in our leadership. For example, we could not find the promised playground in Centenniel Park and ended up walking too far and then giving up all together for the sake of the little legs and heat beading up on our necks and the lack of stroller space. We ended up doing plan B and it was fine (and fun!), but I hate to drag friends into that.

When you have people over to your house, especially if they spend the night, you reach a certain level of intimacy with them that is virtually impossible to otherwise do, especially if you have children. There is no time limit on your conversations, sometimes you see each other in less than flattering situations, like with the morning dew still on your face, and your children misbehaving, and a little bit of marital discord (like when you disagree about the direction of the playground…).

But intimacy breeds closeness and talks about adoption and unknown futures and future fears and items that don’t normally get discussed because you are usually on a two hour time limit and you can barely cover surface level in that amount of time, get crossed over and beyond.  Conversations that start in the morning get finished in the afternoon and dissected in the evening.

It’s been a good season.  One that I’m sure God has given to us in bounty due to the coming changes, as surfacing on the horizon.  One thing we didn’t know 4 months ago is that our “guest room” would soon be turned into a full-time used room, come March (or possibly sooner). We intended to put “all three” girls in the same sister room, but the addition of the fourth made us reconsider.  Now I think we’ll do two and two, but will lose the guest room in the process (it was either the guest room or my “sewing room”/office, so something we use seasonably, or daily.  Seasonably won).

We will hopefully still be able to accommodate the more adventurous guests (my in-laws have promised us they will be fine on an air mattress in the playroom…), but I also know our life will slow predictably, for a short season, at least, with our new one.  And adventurous outings to the city won’t come as easily or often.

So I’m thankful for what we’ve been able to squeeze in during this short time, and know/hope it is a promise for more to come.  We feel the sands shifting beneath us again as we seek to change, once again, but know that with each change, our life has become even more rich and full than possibly imagined.

May it be so.

-smk

Multi-Generational

Suddenly, I feel like I’ve woken up from a long nap and I’m looking around going, “am I really here?  Did this really go according to the plans we made years ago? Am I really back in the south again, reunited with my family?”

Yes.

It took about three months, but all of our IN affairs are settled, Sibby is no longer a newborn, and we are finding ourselves marching to a rhythm down here in our new land.

One of the common questions to be asked down here is, “what brought you to Nashville?”  No one, well hardly anyone I’ve met, was born here.  It is rare to encounter a native, though it does happen every once in a while.  For most of us, we came here with a story, ours being not very different than most others.

When I get to the part about my family living here, most of my friends with children look away wistfully and say, “I would love to live by my family.”  There is something about having children that, for most of us, changes our hearts back home after a decade or so of necessary independence.

Free babysitting is one thing, but a very surfacey side effect at that.  There are shared birthday celebrations, relationship building between generations, and a greater, more sensitive pulse to the daily life of those closest to you.

One of my favorite things have been our weekly “family dinners”.  Mom will pick up the girls from school and take them back to her house to play.  The rest of us join in sometime around dinner and enjoy a(n always delicious) meal together.  I look forward to these meals every week and one thing I’ve noticed is that if I go into the meal stressed or anxious about something, I always walk away feeling better.  We don’t even have to address my concern (although sometimes we do have deeper conversations about it), but there is something about time spent in company of those that know and love you best that does the heart good.

Another benefit I’ve quietly observed is the cohesiveness of multiple generations coming together.  This has been a stressful year for all of us, no doubt.  There have been new jobs, retirement, new life, new moves, new school, new friends and relationships, new neighborhoods, the selling of houses, the settling of estates, sickness, stressful parenting, large financial decisions, and then just the normal stresses of up and down daily life.  Sometimes, I think we just take note of each other as we look around the room, and say, “we’re still standing! We’ve almost reached the end of this weighty season, and it is good, very good.”

My parents, now the true matriarch and patriarch of the family, have the benefit of a life spent following God.  When my mom talks about God taking care of them, and my dad shares meaningful Bible verses, the look they get in their eyes and the passion in their voices, it feels so real. They have been able to walk with us through stressful situations and remind us of God’s faithfulness because they have an amazing track record of it.

Our little ones, down to the littlest, are so needy and dependent on us.  They have SO MANY needs they rely on us to meet but I dare say they never spend a moment in worry, wondering if we are going to provide.  They are an example of the hope that comes from a life of trusting God to care for us and believing that He will.  Little Sib, the most vulnerable among us, is no respecter of persons.  She would reach for and smile at the most unlovely person, no matter how filthy, poor, sinful, sick.  It doesn’t matter to her.  A picture of God’s love.

And then that leaves us, the twenty-thirty somethings somewhere in the middle.  I’d like to think we contribute to this generational dynamic as well.  And I think we bring a lot of (most of the?) burdens to the table.  We are making so many decisions about careers, parenting, finances, relationships, all the meaty things that will indelibly shape our future.  Some of these decisions don’t afford us much thinking time and have to be made on the fly, other ones leave us alone with them for an agonizingly long time until we are finally able to pick a side.  But I think somewhere in here, there is a picture of God’s tender mercy and grace.  I think God has given us an extra helping of mercy in this season of life where we make a lot of mistakes, sometimes we rush into things, or speak out of line, but we get by with love and forgiveness, and we let things go and move on to the next weighty matter, all the while trusting in God to provide, with the careful knowledge that He has yet to disappoint us.

“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23

This is why we came here, I think.  To discover the character traits of God in the unique lens of a whole family and to write some stories for a watching world.

-smk

One Month In

We are just about a month into our new home and I think I’ve finally got enough material worthy of an update :).

I know everyone says this at the beginning of a new life stage, but I honestly can’t believe it’s been a month.  2016 holds a very distinct demarcation with my life IN Indiana and my life AFTER Indiana.  But at the same time, there has been so much new, that this month has gone by without too much notice of its passing.

When people ask me how I like it here, it is easy for me to say, “I LOVE it here.”.  I really only have two complaints: the traffic (ugh the traffic), and the housing market.  The traffic is what makes my twenty minute drive to see my parents, fifty minutes at times.  And there is one stoplight by our house that I am beginning to wonder how much of my life will be spent there waiting for it to turn green.

The housing market is another animal that I am glad we are done with for now but we had quite a bit of sticker shock moving here from good ol’ Indiana and that delayed our purchasing decision (and ultimately made us miss out on a few other houses).  But,thankfully, we love our house and we can see why God kept it and us waiting for it.  One huge answer to prayer is that it is very close to N’s job so he doesn’t have to fight traffic coming or going (which seems to be a rarity down here).  So thankful we stuck to our guns when it came to location.

What do I love about living down here? the weather (I know some of you hate the heat but I am seriously GIDDY over not having another snowy/freezing/icy winter possibly ever again!), family (having my family close by has been such a blessing and they have been my home base as I try to get my bearings), the nice people (I forgot how nice you southerners are!), the culture/food (I think I could eat out at a different restaurant every meal for a year and not repeat.), and being so close to conveniences as well as having modern conveniences like oh, the INTERNET (didn’t have that at the schoolhouse), as well as food delivery services, Prime Now, Kroger Clicklist, a huge library system, Target, etc.  There is definitely something to be said about living off the land and having a pared down, simplified lifestyle. But  for now, I am enjoying what Nashville has offered me in exchange.

I remember the few times we moved when I was young, as well as the prospect of going to a college where I didn’t know anyone, and being excited about the chance to reinvent myself.  I didn’t intentionally set out to do that this time, but I am finding myself so inspired here.  I’ve revamped my hairstyle, my makeup, skincare routine, my quiet time, our budget (the Dave Ramsey vibes are STRONG here :)), and my workout. I’m also wondering if these changes are further signaling me that it is time to move on from the era I’ve been in for the last 7 years–that of being pregnant and having babies.  More than I ever thought I would be, I think I’m getting excited about moving on to the next stage and feeling more like my old self again (the 2016 version, of course!).

Along with the personal inspiration, I’m feeling the creative vibes that Nashville is reverberating with.  There are so many musicians, artists, authors, speakers, etc that live here and the buzz in the air is almost palpable.  I catch myself often daydreaming about how I will use my time when all the little girls are in fully in school.  I don’t think I, myself, will be back in the classroom, but I never had much of a vision for that time until now.

Don’t get me wrong, I am still trying to get my bearings here and I often feel very disoriented.  But I have not used my phone navigation in about a week which is PROGRESS and my weeks and daily routine are beginning to take shape.  I still don’t know what day I do my laundry on or when I buy my groceries/order my groceries online and have them PLACED IN MY CAR, but I am figuring it out, one Nashville week at a time.

-smk

Transition

I wrote these two snippets when I was in the midst of the summer of 2016, living by myself, taking care of the girls, and selling the schoolhouse.  I didn’t feel comfortable publishing it at the time, but now that it is over, it feels safe to put these feelings out into the arcing reach of the Internet.  Enjoy…

We are one month from moving and the goodbyes are already starting to roll in; some in the form of texts, others in final visits to old stomping grounds.  Many I’m putting off and I keep reassuring people that we haven’t left yet.  But I think they know what I am trying to deny: our time here is finite.

It’s been hard to process everything when I’m flying solo during the week.  Sometimes the weight of three extra bodies needing everything from you is enough to bring you to your knees.

There are nights I spend running from bedside to bedside and not seeing nearly enough of my own.

There are nights where I lay awake, over-analyzing every little sound.  No peace to be found.

There is a constant feeling that we are only one vomit, one fever, one car malfunction away from a disaster.  The only reason we are holding together is because we are being held together.  But one small upset in this delicate balance and you realize you cannot possibly sustain this lifestyle for very long.

During this time I prayed specifically against mastitis (I’ve always gotten it around the 6 week mark, which is the first week I was left on my own.  This time I have been free of it!).  I also prayed that in the absence of the girls’ earthly father, God would step in.  He’s given me control over my fear at night for safety and has provided a few interactions for the girls with other men that reminded me of the way N interacts with them.  Not a perfect substitute, of course, but enough of a break from me to give them some familiarity. Finally, I prayed that God would give me extra patience for the girls and that I wouldn’t say anything to them in frustration or anger I would regret.  It’s amazing, but prayers do work. Although I did have to apologize to them twice for losing my patience so far, i’ve felt myself very calm and serene this entire time.  Almost like I’d been drugged, I’ve been able to let so much roll over me without getting under my skin as it may normally on a given night when I am carrying the needs of the family by myself.

I feel like I am treading water.  I set up a bunch of systems in place to keep things running without me turning the crank every time.  But there’s only so much independence and reliance I can give to a five year old, three year old, and two month old.

MG is my right hand man.  She is a joyful helper; I don’t know what I would do without her.  She jumps at any chance to fill a need, mommying both Bea and Sib as well as attending to me at times too. I feel guilty letting her carry some of my burdens and I feel overwhelmed when I don’t.

I feel so vulnerable by myself with three, dependent, little ones.  We are often at the mercy of strangers, reliant on their goodwill.  An opened door, an extra day at the gym the day after our membership ran out, the retrieval of a dropped item. Nothing felt too small and these interactions were crucial to my survival.

Each week gets a little easier as we sink into a rhythm, but I still feel pretty martyr-ish by Thursday night. (N comes home on the weekends)

It’s also weird living in a house that doesn’t belong to you anymore, especially right now.

I have several friends who have made an effort to checkup on me, the neighbors who have watched over me, and one friend in particular who has gone out of her way to invite us over for dinner many times.  This community I am completely dependent on and soon I will have to walk away from it completely to start over.


Part 2

MG is gone now and it’s just me, Bea, and Sibs.  I’m afraid Bea will curl up in a ball of boredom without her best playmate here.  That’s  only happened once or twice so far.  She is learning how to play by herself now and has gotten quite good at it.  I underestimated her. In many different ways.

Sib is starting to sleep much longer stretches at night.  I don’t know what I would do if she was colicky or awoke through the night.  Literally don’t know what I would do.  God has orchestrated the timing of this and a few other little things for me and I have noticed it.

Now I am deliberately saying my goodbyes. Our final church service, lunch dates, playdates, and even drives. Goodbyes are hard.  They’re awkward and weird and filled with a lot of promises that I’m not sure will be able to be kept.  But they are necessary too.  And they also represent many good things. God has taken me on a few scenic routes lately past some of the memorable parts of this town.  I think He is helping me close the door. I know I can’t wait to bring the girls back here one day and take them on these drives along with my memory-laced narration.

I feel like I have spoken these words before but I don’t know another time when they would trump right now.  This has been one of the most stressful and difficult seasons of our lives.  There have been so many little things that have been hard compacted on top of the big things that are difficult anyway.  N and I living apart, both with our hands tied up in so many things, trying to make a living and keep a life. So many foundational things are changing all at once. It has been hard to keep our relationship intact across the miles.  But if absence makes the heart grow fonder then consider my heart’s beating the most devoted cry in the world.

-smk

 

A 2014 Christmas Letter

Merry Christmas from the Midwestern cornfields!

(Photo cred: Kimmy Howard Photography)

We hope this holiday season finds you happy and healthy.

We’ve had some big changes in our lives this year, including our view.

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The cornfields haven’t worn on us yet and we still find our new small town life kind of charming.  We’ve joined a church, converted all of our shopping/dining/doctors to local places and we even have changed the pronunciation of our town to match how the locals say it (emphasis on the second syllable).

 

Even though it hasn’t been quite a year yet, we’ve seen four seasons in our house (summer was our favorite) so it feels like we’ve been here long enough to call it home.  Our project list is still rather long but we feel pretty proud of all the work we’ve put into it so far (including, dormers, painted 75%, water filtration, fireplace, new carpet, stair runner, & outdoor playset).  And before this year’s out we are looking forward to new windows and N putting up built-in bookshelves.

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N loves to work in the little “workshop corner” of the garage when he has the time (in between doctoral work and actual work…).  He has made a few things for our house including a chicken coop (which we hope to fill in the spring…) and has also helped make quite a few plaques for my business venture.

My little Etsy shop kept me quite busy these last few weeks (especially as the holidays were approaching) but I have truly enjoyed the creative outlet.  Right now though, I’ve closed up for a few weeks as a break (both physically and mentally) was truly needed.

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It’s no secret that this year has been a challenge for us as well. MG’s endured a long sickness this summer that turned into a severe intolerance for dairy (and a few other trigger foods, but dairy being the main culprit).  Seeing her so sick (and not having any answers for a while) brought me to tears and really scared me.  I’m thankful to have a diagnosis now (gastroparesis) but I still get sad for her that she isn’t able to enjoy her old favorites (cheese and ice cream) and that she isn’t able to have a “normal” relationship with food.

 

Often when I found myself discouraged, I would look out our bedroom window and think “how could anybody be sad when this is their view?”  Even in the trials we have so much to be thankful for.

God’s blessings have been very evident to our family this year and I hope to yours as well,

-smk

 

Updates

{In case you missed it, here some of the previous house updates we’ve done.}

The weather is beautiful here today.  Seventy-five, sunny, and partly breezy.  More early than late fall.  We ran out early this morning and finished our Monday errands and then ate lunch and did schoolwork (sidewalk chalk alphabet of course) outside.

 

 

It was heavenly.  I’m trying really hard not to let my mind believe what my body is telling me…that spring is around the corner.  But I’m not trying too hard, because I am of the opinion that a little ignorance never hurt anybody.

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N was on fall break this past week and we took advantage of his time at home to get some house work accomplished.  One of our awesome sitters (holla for living in a small town in between two Christian universities) came over on Thursday and then Grandma came over on Friday, freeing up even more of our time to work.

And on that note, we put the finishing touches on the powder room!  The first room in the house to be completely d-o-n-e (for now :))!

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(The paint color is Old Navy by Benjamin Moore.  Light fixtures are from Lowe’s.  Mirror is antique.  Shelves are made by Nate.  Illustrations on wall are from artist Mari Kloeppel)

Also, we had our fireplace installed this weekend(!!!!!!!!)  I am so incredibly excited to have a fireplace; I’ve been dreaming about one for the past 8 years.

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It’s about 85% finished so more pics to come.

We’ve moved upstairs and started work in the hallway.  We didn’t have ANY hallways in our last house so I’ve had fun dreaming up possibilities for this little space.

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After the stairs are finished being painted (no they won’t stay both grey and white–just grey–this was just N’s genius way of painting them while we were still able to use them) we will lay down a runner.bDSC_0056 bDSC_0049

We hung a “hometown” gallery wall in the hallway.  You can purchase some art like this for yourself in my shop 🙂

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(the pink barn and field are well-known landmarks near where we fell in love <3)

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N started tearing up the hallway carpeting and I think we will lay down a herringbone patterned wood floor…ideally made from an old, dead tree we cut down in the yard.  Wouldn’t that be amazing if it worked??

Next up: the wall of books to go in the “library”, painting the upstairs, and a fun little project I am working on for the upstairs hallway.

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Stay tuned!!

-smk

School House Dreams, Take 2

This is a continued series about my love found in the small details of our house.

Last week it was the circular driveway, this week, the brick sidewalk.

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I have no idea where this brick came from (wish I had asked the previous owners), but it is intricately detailed, old, and has a sheen to it.  Some pieces are cracked, others chipped but they are still so tightly wedged into the ground that they form the perfect path to lead one in and out of the house.

-smk

School House Dreams Series, take 1

I mentioned last week that I wanted to highlight some of my favorite features of our house.  I think the love for one’s house is in the details: this niche or this corner or that backyard hideaway.  I wanted to make a capsule, of sorts, to help me remember the details that make this house our home.

The first one that comes to mind is the circular driveway.  I fell in love with the driveway upon first sight of it.  Most of the day, some part of it is flanked in shade by the large and ancient tree at its perimeter.

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I have first view of anyone who pulls up to the house (a luxury I always missed at our last house)

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One of my favorite “visitors”

And seeing as how we don’t exactly live in a neighborhood, it affords plenty of parking when we have gatherings.

Schoolhouse dreams.

-smk

Makeovers

Gosh, I guess it’s been since May when I last blogged some of our home improvements.  We worked really hard this summer and crossed quite a few more off of our list.  Though our list is still quite long, I’m starting to feel really good about the amount we’ve accomplished and what we have left to tackle.  I guess you could say the light is visible at the end of the tunnel.

When we first moved in, I worked like a maniac.  Then I hit a lull and lost my passion and drive for a bit.  I started to get bogged down with all that I wanted to do but couldn’t clear my vision enough to decide where to go next.  N helped me through it.  July was another month of hard work and I think August was the turning point where I started to feel very accomplished.  Here are some things we’ve done since May:

-dormers This was one of the first things on our to-do list and we were itching to start them.  It took about three weeks start to finish (but boy were those three long weeks.  The Amish crews started promptly at 7:30am and by start I mean they were pounding on the walls (to our bedrooms) or climbing through the gaping holes in our bedrooms.)  We also had roofing crews and interior crews to live with but I kept telling myself, “this will be worth it!”  And it was/is!  We have so much natural light pouring into these rooms now.

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Here is the girls’ bedroom before, ours had the exact same set-up with only a skylight for natural light.  (get a load of that wallpaper and carpet too!)IMG_8427

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Collage of progress pics and one from the outside

We also painted both bedrooms and added new carpet to them

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Styling the girls’ room is far down on my list right now, but it looks so much better with the new paint, carpet, and windows!

-blinds  The house came with lace curtains that did not afford any privacy and at the same time obscured the view (I mean we practically bought the house for the view).  We decided to have roller blinds installed instead and I am VERY happy with this choice.  I love that we can completely hide them when we want to see our view or we can customize the length depending on the height of the sun.  I love how the color adds a bit of dimension to the walls as well

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osmosis  We had our well water extensively tested and it came back completely healthy.  However, the taste was not one I wanted to get used to.  We added in a reverse osmosis system to our sink and refrigerator.  I love the taste and am so happy with this choice!!

-paint (doors, trim, etc) No inch of the downstairs has been left untouched by a brush.  The upstairs still remains to be painted but all of our initial focus has been on the down.  I burned through quite a few This American Life episodes while painting trim/doors and can still recall some of the more impactful episodes as I am looking at different parts of the house.

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Our powder room went from beige to Benjamin Moore’s Old Navy.  Dramatic difference!

-living room ceiling  The living room ceiling was covered by a particle-board type wainscotting that didn’t look professionally installed.  N ripped all of this down and whitewashed the weathered boards underneath.  I like this look so much better!

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Progression pic, you can see the particle board, boards underneath, and whitewash

hang pictures  Hanging pictures was, admittedly, one of the hardest things for me.  I drug my feet over it.  N really had to talk me into it.  I definitely wanted to wait until we had the walls painted but even after that I was having a hard time committing.  It was really hard to reconcile decorating this house with all of the things meant for another house.  But I truly think this was a turning point for me.  Once the walls started to come alive, it no longer felt like our house was in a constant state of undone.  The vision finally started to take place and I found my motivation to continue.

Some of the artwork included is by my mom, myself, Brad Johnston, and my great Uncle Les

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-art cabinet  Love this beauty that got left behind.  Right now its full of the girls’ art supplies.  I couldn’t bring myself to chalk paint it as I had done the other two pieces of furniture but instead tried a gel stain and updated hardware.  Love the finished product!

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sold the hot tub/other for the sake of the fireplace  We’ve been going “gazelle intense” (thank you, Dave Ramsey) for the sake of the fireplace makeover (the next big thing on our list) and selling everything we aren’t madly in love with.  The hot tub was a nice little perk for our house but ultimately one we never really used to it’s full extent nor cared about all that much.  Selling it (and a few other things) brought us very close to our fireplace goal.  No regrets!

Still a few more things on our list and I am excited to tackle them one by one.  I’m sure things will slow down a bit as we regroup our time and money but I feel great about the point we’ve made it to thus far!

I also thought it would be fun to start another mini-series (can you tell I like these??) that would highlight small details of the house that I love or have grown to appreciate.  While certainly far from flawless, this house is not lacking in character.  I’d love to capture the things about it that make it unique, starting next week.  Stay tuned.

-smk

Party!

Well I think Miss Bea can officially be done with babyhood.  Her first birthday party is in the books!

 

I had so much fun planning this party and seeing the vision come to fruition.  It is SO much easier planning a summer party versus a fall one.  We barely spent any time indoors and even though it was a little hot/buggy, no one complained!

 

For food we grilled hamburgers and made fruit skewers, veggies and roasted eggplant dip (eggplants for Bea, of course :)), and chips.  We asked everyone to bring a side which greatly helped and then served cupcakes for dessert.  It was very easy and required no cooking the day of!

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For activities we had water balloons, yard toys, ice blocks/chisels with toys frozen inside (plan to do a post later to explain), and our very kind neighbor hitched up his carriage and took the dads and kids for a ride!

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Even though it was a good month after Bea’s birthday, she still devoured a cupcake and played along while we sang.  I loved that it was the first day of summer and felt like it was the perfect soiree to bring in the season.

 

Here’s a little video of the fun:

lb 1st party from Kate  on Vimeo.

-smk

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