Remember I said that Gillian had to act out Pippi Longstockings on Halloween for her book report? Well here is the darling picture of her that I forgot to post last time.
The kids are thriving here on our little parcel of paradise. I've been sick for two weeks with a cough and stuffy head. I'm on my second round of antibiotics and it better work this time. I think all the work of moving finally caught up to me. Our other house closes in the next couple of weeks and we have some work to do there so there is no more time to be sick. I'm so grateful that it sold so quickly though. A true blessing.
Sometimes I look around and am in awe of how perfect this place is for us. There are drawbacks, such as a perpetually dirty car, but all in all it has been great for all of us. The kids clean stalls together, shoot Gavin's gun together, play outside and in the barn and generally don't ask to go to friends houses all the time anymore. Now we have friends over on weekends and I don't see the kids until they come in for food. The dogs are in absolute heaven. However, a white, fluffy Bichon Frise is not the right kind of dog to have on a farm. He smears his face and body in horse poop every chance he gets. His feet are constantly dirty and I am considering getting him some dog booties. Yes, that's right, dog booties, sounds like a good idea.
We have a 400 square foot room above the garage that is unfinished. We want to some day finish it but for now we are making it into an art studio/sewing room/x-box playroom, and storage. I got out my sewing stuff the other day and it was so nice to have a place to actually set it up and have it stay out. I am taking one of the little bay window areas for a dedicated sewing space. No more dining room table sewing projects! Then, I figured that since we have no carpet and no texture on the drywall we could just paint the walls, floors, and whatever else we wanted to graffiti. It has been a fun thing for Gillian and I to do together. In fact, that is my new ploy to get her to sleep in her own bed. I told her I won't paint in the art studio with her if she doesn't sleep in her own bed. Yes, it's been bad again with her sleeping habits. Now Darren and I are on the main floor in the master bedroom, which still doesn't deter her from coming downstairs every night to try to sneak in bed with us.
My new sewing nook
"Art Studio"
and chaos.....
Someday I will have everything unpacked, sorted, and put away. That day is not today. And it is probably not tomorrow.