Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Nevaeh is 6

The 4 amigos! Best cousins FOREVER!

Happy girls to be having lunch together!

Happy 6th Birthday Nevaeh. Where does the time go?

Driving the Big Rigs

Nevaeh was scared at first but then had fun!

The gang!
Coaster looks like sooo much fun! We want to ride!


Waiting for the big girls to get off the coaster.
Met Nicole and Corabelle for lunch in Woodbury. Hadley loved the noodles


This is hard

Lets be honest here... moving is hard work.
  • Always thinking about packing. Always.
  • It is messy! It is like living in clutter. EVERYWHERE
  • It is stressful.
  • It is heavy.
  • It is EMOTIONAL
Okay so I have officially cried, not a ton but a little. My tears are either those of stress, especially when I realized last week that we really only have 4 weekend days to move. That was my big realization. Now we only have 2 weekend days left. Or they are tears of sadness. Like last Saturday after I spent the day packing and finally sat down and starting thinking. Yep here they come again.

Of course extra emotion plays into all this as I am sure it is that of the unknown. We are going to live in limbo land for a while and as excited as I am about not having a mortgage or utilities for 2 months, I am sure this is harder because I don't have a new home to look forward too.

Regardless it is just plain hard to leave the home where one brought their babies through the door. It is hard to imagine not being able to host the parade party or walk uptown to the farmers market on a sunny Saturday. It is hard to think that I won't be able to put on my running shoes this spring and run the Father Hennepin loop. It is hard to leave wonderful neighbors (Joan, Bev and Bruce) who care about you. It is hard to imagine what our new routines will be like?

Of course I shake my head thinking that all this emotion is plain nuts. I should be thankful that I have this opportunity and I am. I am very excited for the future and hopefully the best is yet to come.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A memory...

Ummm... where do I begin? I have the world's worst memory. Really I only remember highlights. I am probably going to end up with dementia at a young age. Regardless I will try my best. Here is my purchasing house story. I am sure Robert has a way better version. He continues to this day to say that I talked him into this home. I think I was just ready to be done looking. We bought in 2004 and we started looking in the spring. We viewed several homes and they all needed a ton of work. When we stumbled across this one, it was just listed by Tara's grandma Betty. Anyway, Tara knew about it and she told us to take a look. I remember it was Kendra's graduation party the day we looked at the house. Weird to think it was that long ago. Anyway we liked that the fix up part of the home was more cosmetic and those were things we could do as we lived in the home. I don't really remember the rest of the story as far as negotiation details and so on. I do remember we had to reschedule the closing which really ticked us off because Robert had to take another day off of work. He worked in the construction industry at the time.

Of course there were things we didn't love about the home, but we had the best intentions of staying 5 years and selling. Well... that didn't happen, we stayed 10 years. It is scary to think about selling and it takes a lot of hard work. But I am so glad that we were given this opportunity to overcome our fear of selling the house. Robert's new job gave us the courage to open the door. No one likes to have people trample through their home inspecting it and criticizing. Over the past 10 years we have fixed many items but it is an older home and there are still items to address. We hope that the new owners continue to move forward with those and recognize what we did.

The past couple days we have begun the packing process. Thankfully I have a great friend who works for 3M, which benefits me to no end on the price of bubble wrap. I currently only have 30 feet left out of 100 ft. We have officially packed around 5 boxes, I am sure that is just a small portion of the total. I have concentrated on the kitchen mostly and I have given up on the baking because I hauled everything to my mom's house. This house has no flour, sugar, brown sugar, vanilla etc. I figured with the business of packing I wouldn't be baking. So it is sad to think that my last batch of cookies was made 10 days ago on that snowy Thursday. Weird!

The girls like to help with the packing. Ellie has been cutting bubble wrap and trying to wrap things. We sat down last week and had a talk about what is going on, what the boxes mean and so on. I think it helped.

Post-it note ART! Guessing the yellow represents warmth.

Probably get a lot more done if I pack her first!

And pack her second! Just kidding!

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Teaching Hadley about surviving the cold

So in response to the 6 year old that died Thursday morning from the -40 temps in Bemidji I feel horrible for those that loved her. Maybe the mom didn't even know it was that cold out. Who knows but reading that she was dressed for the weather makes me realize that the mom was prepared. I am not sure how their morning routine goes but on that day it wasn't routine at all. It breaks my heart and even if someone was at fault who am I to judge. It already happened and blame won't change anything.

Last night on Facebook I saw a post to the likes of "where were her parents?" I just ignored it. I also saw a post of a shared message. It was a message calling for action. To sum it up, it stated something like, ask your kid what they would do if they were in the cold? We and the schools teach our children what to do when a tornado strikes or a fire starts but we don't talk about cold weather survival.

So this morning I asked Hadley about what she would do if the bus dropped her off from school and the door to the house was locked. She said, "I would call for mom to let me in." I then said, "well mommy and daddy aren't home. For some reason there was a mix-up and you got on the bus when you were supposed to go somewhere else and now you are home and the door is locked." She said, "I would go back on the bus." This answer was very good, it made me happy but I said, "the bus is already gone. They don't usually wait around to see if the kids are inside." She looked a little puzzled and said, "I would probably have a key to the car, the white car, and I would go start the car and drive it to town and buy a phone to call you." I smiled and said, "honey you are too short to drive a car. Your legs won't reach the peddles and you will have a hard time seeing out the window. Plus, you probably wouldn't have money to buy a phone." This is where I took a break from asking her what she would do. I now explained to her that it was so cold outside. It was windy and cold. I said that our bodies can only handle extreme temperatures for so long. I asked her what she thought would happen to her if she were outside for say as long as a Dora episode in this cold windy weather. She said, "I would blow away." I said, "yes you could blow away to heaven." She looked at me and her blue eyes were huge. I again explained the temperature idea to her letting her know that even if it was too hot outside her body could get hurt from the sun, heat and warmth. I told her that our bodies are supposed to be at or near 98.6 degrees to stay functioning properly. I said if our body temperature dips down too cold or spikes way up that we could die or get really sick. So now I asked her again what would you do if you were outside in the cold and you couldn't get into the house and she didn't have an answer. I told her this was an emergency. Think outside of what you are supposed to do. This is where Robert joined the conversation. I caught him up while Hadley was listening. And, I mentioned quietly to Robert that this is where I am going to tell her to go to the neighbors house. I am not sure if she heard. I don't think so because after I reminded her again that this was an emergency and Robert said something like you need to get inside. She said, "I would find a friend like Nevaeh to help me." I said, "yes that is something you could do but Nevaeh isn't probably going to be near by. You have to think of those near you." Then she said, "I would go through the snow with my snow pants on and walk over to Joans house." We both said yes and we both told her to pound on the door hard and loud so Joan could hear her outside. Then we asked what would you do if Joan wasn't home. She was silent and looked outside the door window towards the other neighbors house. She said, "I would go to the neighbors house and she pointed." We said yes you would go to Bruce and Bev's house. Then we asked again what if they weren't home. She pointed to the other neighbors house and we shook our heads up and down. And that was it. She was done listening and learning, she ran off to play with her sister.

I made coffee and cleaned up the kitchen and wrote this blog and all the while I can see why we give our 5 and 6 year old cell phones and teach them how to use them. And, I am thinking about wherever we move too I am going to make damn well sure I meet the neighbors.