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Told Birdy fifteen times not to put toys in with the baby chicks.
Probably went a little overboard on the chocolate purchasing for the girls’ Easter baskets.
Probably going to regret that.
Shopped for Easter dresses and left feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the lack of classic, age-appropriate options for little girls.
Put a pair of turquoise skinnies in my shopping cart. Put them back.
Had a conversation with Birdy about trading in the diapers for underwear. She’s still not convinced.
Delivered tractor parts for Dan.
Told Birdy fifteen times not to put toys in with the baby chicks.
Probably went a little overboard on the chocolate purchasing for the girls’ Easter baskets.
Probably going to regret that.
Shopped for Easter dresses and left feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with the lack of classic, age-appropriate options for little girls.
Put a pair of turquoise skinnies in my shopping cart. Put them back.
Had a conversation with Birdy about trading in the diapers for underwear. She’s still not convinced.
Delivered tractor parts for Dan.
Instead of consulting Pinterest, called my mom for Easter dessert ideas. I should do that more often.
Decided taking baths (because there are no working showers at Woodlawn) isn’t such a bad deal.
Actually sat down to work at my desk, even though my desk is in my bedroom, not my office/studio space. It may be weeks, months before I see bare space in that room.
Found my moleskine.
Got teary listening to someone else’s sad news.
Took the long way home, which now truly leads us home.
animal kingdom / DAILY FARM LIFE
There are so many things to catch up on and to recount since we moved into Woodlawn almost two weeks ago. But I’m shoving all those things aside this afternoon to update you on the crazy person I think I have become.
For starters, we moved into this house two.weeks.ago. That means I am still living in a sea of boxes and bags and Goodwill piles and junk piles. Just a mere two days ago I finally found our silverware! Last night was the first night all the kids slept in their own beds in their own rooms! I’m running my washing machine with a garden hose coming up from the basement. (Hello old house with your plumbing issues.)
So yes, chaos would be the word to describe us right about now. And even that may be generous.
Do you know what I brought home with me from the feed mill today?
Do you know what’s peeping in my mudroom as I sit here at my kitchen island?
There are so many things to catch up on and to recount since we moved into Woodlawn almost two weeks ago. But I’m shoving all those things aside this afternoon to update you on the crazy person I think I have become.
For starters, we moved into this house two.weeks.ago. That means I am still living in a sea of boxes and bags and Goodwill piles and junk piles. Just a mere two days ago I finally found our silverware! Last night was the first night all the kids slept in their own beds in their own rooms! I’m running my washing machine with a garden hose coming up from the basement. (Hello old house with your plumbing issues.) I was looking for a service similar to this plumber services who can help me fix my plumbing issues in my old house.
So yes, chaos would be the word to describe us right about now. And even that may be generous.
Do you know what I brought home with me from the feed mill today?
Do you know what’s peeping in my mudroom as I sit here at my kitchen island?
People, I am crazy.
Meet our six new Barred Rock chicks.
Cute today. Jumping out of their water trough turned chick pen tomorrow.
But I will say….this house was made for a chick-raising operation. The mudroom is perfect…well, aside from the fact that the mudroom door is also the door that all the barn cats try to slip through every time it opens (oops). I have a closet to store away the feed. An old concrete sink for filling waterers. A plug just where I need it for the heat lamp.
I even splurged on a thirty dollar water trough that was the perfect size for chicks, oh, and also ducklings. I think we may need some ducklings, too.
family / Woodlawn
Just popping on here tonight, from my dark, empty house to give a quick update. I am typing this from my mattress which is plopped on the floor of my bedroom. We are basically living between two houses right now–Thomas Run and Woodlawn. At this point, I feel more like a squatter at Thomas Run than a former home dweller.
Family and friends arrived at our doorstep early Saturday morning to help us move things over to Woodlawn. I naively told myself I had a pretty good handle on the whole packing up thing, but in the end it became a complete free-for-all of stuffing things into bags and boxes and throwing it onto the truck.
Just popping on here tonight, from my dark, empty house to give a quick update. I am typing this from my mattress which is plopped on the floor of my bedroom. We are basically living between two houses right now–Thomas Run and Woodlawn. At this point, I feel more like a squatter at Thomas Run than a former home dweller.
Family and friends arrived at our doorstep early Saturday morning to help us move things over to Woodlawn. I naively told myself I had a pretty good handle on the whole packing up thing, but in the end it became a complete free-for-all of stuffing things into bags and boxes and throwing it onto the truck. It’s the little stuff that kills ya. But in the end, the help was worth the chaos.
After the weekend ended there were still some key things that needed to be done at the house. So we’re sleeping at Thomas Run despite the fact that rooms are empty and the only place to sit down is either on your mattress on the floor or at a chair in the kitchen.
This move has been a bear. Lots of ups and downs that come with transition. Exhaustion. Stress. Sick, nap-skipping, out-of-sorts kids. And I know we’re all feeling spread pretty thin, Dan in particular. Between moving out, fixing up the last minute things in the house, building stalls for animals, arranging trailers, transportation, utilities….blah blah blah, I’m ready to just move in already!
For the past three days we’ve been saying, “Tonight we’ll sleep at Woodlawn!” and then something thwarts our plan. But. BUT. Tomorrow, we’ll sleep at Woodlawn! (I hope.)
When I’m not at the new house I get waves of overwhelment (yes, I made that word up. It’s late.) wondering why we took on such a big project when life was just fine and simple here. But each time I drive up that road, or step into the kitchen or see the light on the hills behind the barn, I’m reminded why we fell in love with this place to begin with.
