Hello friends!
Woooosh…I cannot believe it is February already! The holiday season flew past and right in the middle of it this happened:
We bought a house! We’ve been looking at all of the boxes everywhere since Thanksgiving, and I am finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel on this end. The whole family coming down with the flu literally the day after we moved slowed progress down a bit. I don’t recommend it. Actually, I don’t recommend moving anywhere near the holidays. Or moving for that matter. Just stay put.
Also, where are those boxes? Hrm.
BUT, I do so love our happy, light-filled, non-construction requiring house. The neighborhood is lovely and quiet and has been around for awhile so there are trees and friendly neighbors who all know each other and have been friends for years.
I owe a big thank you to everyone who has purchased my Baymax pattern! Thank you thank you thank you! =) That was my first try at pattern writing and it makes my heart smile each time I get positive feedback. Once the dust settles I’ll be back at pattern writing. I’m working on a little something right now for Easter that I hope to have wrapped up by next weekend.
We’ve been doing a lot of staring out the window looking for the Sun lately. Winter in New Jersey is sometimes awesome (if you like snow) (i.e., winter of 2013-2014), but most of the time it is this. Cold rain. Grey. Blergh. Here is what our first blizzard of the season looked like about five minutes after it stopped snowing:
Little man is up there on the top of the hill somewhere. He had a blasty blast with the snow, and also OUTSIDE!
He’s been having a rough time with the move. Really rough. Makes me sad for him rough. Day by day things get better, but some things get worse. He’s one of those kids who needs routine and predictability. He’s sweet and sensitive and anxious and energetic and willful and sometimes defiant just for the sheer joy of saying NO. His little life was turned into a snow globe and swirled around. While the bits are mostly settled, it’s like every once in awhile a cat walks by and bumps the glass, stirring up some of the glitter again. I’ve learned enough mama perspective with my older boys to know that this will pass, and we’ll be laughing about it in 10 years…and also that the only way out is through. So we’ll keep plodding along with lots of hugs and empathy and hopefully it will all be sorted out soon.
It feels good to be on the path to whatever normal is at the moment, and I look forward to reconnecting with all of my lovely bloggy friends. I’ve missed you!
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