A Honey-Do List for Upstairs

The kids need to move upstairs, y'all. Not only do they need their own rooms (all three are in one downstairs, and Noemi is in our room), but I need my own room! We need the space too. We're all tired of being cramped downstairs. So we've been working upstairs and it's progressing quickly on Jeremy's side of things and slowly (so, so slowly) on my side.

Stalling

Or, alternately called, The New Birthing Suites!

Living Grief

Grief alive is hard to deal with. It's even harder to share. Mostly because it doesn't look like it's expectation, I think. I don't even know what the expectations are, and yet I feel like I'm not living up to them.

New Animals on the Farm

Our friends, over at Farm Life Outfitters, had some piglets, so we bought a couple to put in the fence. Honestly, it was a little nerve-wracking. I knew the fence was goat-proof and goatling-proof, which can be a miraculous feat in and of itself, but was it pig-proof? And if they got out, there was going to be no way we would be able to catch them. They are fast! And they really are scared of us.

Living in the Room

A few weeks before Thanksgiving, I was sitting in the living room looking at the peach walls and trying to wrap my head around Christmas decorations. In the bright peach room. And it made me almost want to cry.