Growing Out On A Limb

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The timing – two weeks after delivering Eleanor – could only have been worse if it was two weeks before delivering Eleanor.  But after being on the market for two and a half years, we weren’t going to say no.


So after weeks of packing, some pregnant and some with a newborn, countless boxes, two full days cleaning our rental house, and several days cleaning our old house… we’re out.  (Not without a TON of help from my family… especially my mom who is a cleaning madwoman and easily has more energy than I do and who I will never be able to thank enough).

Leaving was harder than I thought it would be.  It was hard even though I’ve felt let down when showings produced nothing and previous house offers fell through.  And even though I was excited when this one was going through and I know being closer to our work is the best thing for our family (I’ve said more than once that, when you work 8 to 5 and can potentially see your kids for three hours of the day, driving for one of them is too much).

And yet, as I walked through the empty treehouse… I stopped in the living room and remembered laboring on the couch through the night with all three of my kids, the late-night breastfeeding, the boys laying on their play mats as babies and building railroads as toddlers; I stopped at Oliver’s room and thought of him as a toddler, sleeping in his big boy bed for the first time; I stopped at the bathroom and remembered laboring in my (super sweet) claw foot tub for the boys; I stopped at the nursery that was the bedroom I brought all three of my babies home to.  Yeah, I cried.

There are other factors too.  Even though I’m only 25 minutes away, it will seem like light years away from my family, most of whom won’t be able to just stop in on their way by anymore.  And moving to a new town means losing the boys’ sitter – the wonderful woman that has watched them since Oliver was one year old and all the little friends that the boys have made.  Jean is impossible to replace so it’s a big loss to our family.  And leaving my little town isn’t so easy either – there’s just something about the closeness and camaraderie of a small town that makes me feel comfortable and safe.

So ALL of that has made this week an emotional one.  And I’m exhausted.

After picking the boys up yesterday, we went back to the house.  I wanted the boys to walk through the empty house, for closure and to understand that we wouldn’t be going back (Oliver walked in and said, “What?!” and Emery said, “Listen to the echos!”).  I’m still waiting for one of them to say, “I want to go back to the old house” but they seem really excited about the new bedrooms and seeing their toys in a different place.

IMG_4790 And running around the island is much easier without all that stuff in the way!  IMG_4794Today Oliver was drawing and I overheard him say, “I’m going to draw our new house.  The red house”.  IMG_4813

We are just renting so this isn’t a permanent stop but I hope the kids’ drawing and the excitement means that they will be happy here for as long as this is our home, and that it treats us half as well as the last one did.  And that, for every memory wrapped up in the treehouse, we’ll try to make two more here.



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A Fun Summer Afternoon

These pics are actually from earlier in August but I didn’t manage to get them online before Eleanor graced us with her presence.  This was just a nice summer afternoon that the boys and I spent together a few days before she was born.

We spent an hour or so at the local pool.


After swimming we jumped in the car and I couldn’t resist snapping a pic.  What cool kids I have!
IMG_4686 Then… ice cream.  Does anything scream ‘summer’ quite like swimming and ice cream??

I like this shot of our little town.  We are soon moving to a different town and, although it is only 25 minutes away, it somehow seems hard to leave it.  IMG_4691While Oliver has pretty much mastered the art of the ice cream cone, it seems Emery still has a learning curve in front of him.
IMG_4693We headed to the park for a bit when our ice cream was done (and semi-cleaned off our faces).

I love hanging out with my boys… they’re so much fun!  I didn’t know it then but it was the last weekend before our family expanded.  That means time alone with my boys is going to be harder to take for a while and that I am very glad I took advantage of that afternoon while I could.




Introducing our little Eleanor Ruth … born on August 15th at 12:24 pm, 6 lbs 3.5 oz… she is already a bright little gem and the perfect addition to our family.  Here are a few pictures of her first days.

She is just a few hours old here, still a bit puffy and in the little knit hat that they give all newborns. I still need to write up her birth story but it was very similar to my other deliveries, which makes me a lucky mama… I pushed through three contractions and she was here!




Meeting her big brothers.  Emery is very curious and affectionate with her, giving her kisses and wanting to hold her.  And, despite having his nose buried in angry birds, Oliver was very excited to meet her too.  He’s asking me lots of questions about her too, like why that thing is on her bellybutton.

Having a snooze later on the day I was born.  IMG_4720

Hanging out with mommy later that night.  IMG_4738


I love those first couple of days in the hospital… the quiet nights, the one-on-one time, the visitors, the kind nurses that look after you and make you feel extra special.  I know a lot of women feel like they need to rush and get back home but I decided the extra night is just too valuable and took full advantage of it.  And I have a good hubby that had no problem taking care of the boys on his own the extra night… another reason to be super thankful.

Here we are ready to come home on Saturday morning.  She’s so teeny in that seat and her big brothers liked looking out for her in the back seat.


Four days old, hanging out at home with mommy (and in between packing and moving boxes).  


IMG_2702I snapped these few as she was waking up from an afternoon nap.  I love the stretches and faces little babies make.  

Too stinking cute.  IMG_4755

IMG_4758Blue would have been cool too but we’re pretty glad to have a splash of pink in the house.  I tell her that we might still be outnumbered by the boys in our household … but it’s in number only.