Letting go.

It’s lunchtime.  I always feed Greta 4 oz of baby food for lunch.  2 oz of fruit and 2 oz of vegetables.  Once that is out of the way, the fun begins.  I toast some bread and break it up for her and slice some peaches and spread them out over her tray.  This will keep her occupied for at least a half hour.  And, funny, it keeps me entertained, too.  She is getting good at grabbing the food but she still hasn’t learned to let go once it is in her mouth.  She ends up with a whole fist in her mouth trying to hold onto a piece of food she is now swallowing and babbling the whole time.  Incredibly cute.

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We’re Under Contract!!!

I never thought a house could break your heart.  A couple houses have.  I was picking out a very contemporary wallpaper for the kitchen in Spanish Fork and drinking ice water while watching Chris cook in the professional kitchen that the Mapleton house came equipped with.  Both houses dumped us before either of those fantasies came true.  And then there was the Orem house.  The one I didn’t even want to get excited about because I didn’t want to let it break my heart, too.  Turns out–it loves us back and wants us to be its family.  We are under contract.  It’s perfect.  Really.  For us, it is so much better than all of the other  guys  houses that broke our heart.  It has 4 bedrooms and two bathrooms and 1400 square feet.   “Pics?” you say.  I’ll give you what I have…only what was online: not the greatest, but…

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My "Week Off"

I am not sure what I envisioned for my week off of house hunting.  I suppose I imagined Greta and I– poolside–with a tall, frosty glass of lemonade and, of course, a sippy cup for the little cub.  Maybe nice strolls around the block.  Perhaps we would even have time to surprise Chris and make a feast for dinner…or learn how to make a feast, at least.  We have done none of those things.  Greta hasn’t even wanted to go in her bouncy horse.  (!!!)  She has only wanted to roll around and mope and whine.  I believe we are entering the teething phase. Doesn’t she look worn out and tired and sad?  She was IS all of these things.  The celery stick only helped for so long.  Then we moved onto the hair brush, mommy’s fingers, and a popsicle.  Looks like I picked the wrong week to start on…

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