For Sale

My house is for sale. Yes, the same house we just moved into less than two years ago. The same house that I put blood, sweat, and tears into to remodel (well, not physically, but definitely mentally). The same house I lugged my huge pregnant body around in. The same house my water broke in before the birth of our first baby. And the same house that we brought Jack home to for the first time. We've lived here such a short while and have created so many memories already. The reason for this sale...so Clay can be 10 or so miles closer to the interstate. I can't say that I blame him. 10 miles in Atlanta, even the suburbs, can mean 20-30 minutes. Multiply that by two and you've got yourself an extra hour a day in the car. His business can take him all over town...from the North end to the South end in just one day. So after a few comments eluding to the fact that he wished we had bought closer "in", I suggested we put the house up for sale and see what would happen. Initially, he didn't go for the idea. But after a few days of thinking on it...well, here we are. I don't think I knew exactly what I was getting myself into or I wasn't expecting to really go through with it. But, I'm knee deep in it now. Between looking at other houses, which by the way are a major downsize (being closer "in" and all), and trying to keep my house spotless in the off chance that there may be showing, I'm realizing that this is really happening. I don't think either of us ever planned on being in this house forever, but wow, this all happened fast. We spread word to our neighbors, friends, and family and the common reaction was surprise and shock. After explaining our reasoning , most people found themselves more on our side of the issue. Though, with this housing market, we may not being going anywhere for a while. Right now, my life is on hold, waiting for the next big change. I have always said that I don't care too much for change, yet I always find myself right in the middle of it. I think I may secretly like it, who knows. What I do know, is if we move, I will have a happy husband whom is home more often...and what else could I ask for? It makes it all worth it!

Poolside on Memorial Day

We spent Memorial Day at the neighborhood pool. What a great way to end a wonderfully long weekend. We loved having Daddy home with us one extra day. The pool was packed with kids and families and Jack was in the midst of it all. He spent most of his time in the baby pool or walking around begging for food. Thank goodness the food was set up inside the clubhouse...out of sight, out of mind, right?. But, as soon as someone passed by with a plate, Jack was itching to get out of the water and follow the goodies. Jack definitely has a ferocious appetite, especially if it's someone else's food. I would have to say the highlight of Jack's weekend was downing two slices of watermelon. He was so focused on getting every last piece of the sweet goodness that he didn't even care about the juice running down his chin and onto his swim clothes. He even started gnawing the rind and that's when I had to kindly remove it from his sticky fingers. From there it was to the pool for a little rinse down. Between bites and begging, Jack splashed and played with the other tots. Kind of like a big bath with friends, Jack was thinking. Daddy even took him for a wet tour of the big pool. Initially he wasn't too sure, but after a short while he was as happy as a fish in water. His favorite part...Daddy throwing him up into the air and letting him come down with a big splash. After becoming water logged, Jack wanted to show his stuff off to the neighbors. He cruised around the pool on two legs and beamed with pride. Of course, this meant Mommy had to follow close behind to avoid any spills. So long to the days of lounging poolside. But, honestly his new found mobility is much more fun! With bedtime nearing, we strolled home. With all of the soaking wet fun, we decided to forgo the bathtub in our night time ritual. We dried our little party goer off and he was off to a good nights sleep. Tomorrow is more pool fun...we start our swimming lessons with Sophia and Miller at a local indoor swim academy. More wet blogging to come...

Walkin' and a Ploppin'

Drum Roll Please!
Here is Jack's walking video debut....hope you enjoy it as much as we did!

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Lucky 13

13 seems to be a lucky number around here. It's the date of my birthday, it was Jack's due date and his actual birth date, and now, at 13 months....Jack took his first steps! It happened early this evening at a neighbors house. We had strolled down for a cookout, never expecting such a significant milestone to occur. However, right in their kitchen, in front of all the neighbor's and kiddies, Jack took off on two feet. He would walk from the kitchen to the living room and take a plop. Then he was back up and trying it all over again. His cheeks were rosy red and he had a smile from ear to ear. He loved being on the move vertically and he beamed with pride. Unfortunately, I didn't have a camera or video camera with me....ugh! I was so fearful if I ran home I would miss something. So, I will forever have to have the images sketched in my memory. But, I promise to get some footage this week of our little walker and plopper and post it on the blog soon. I couldn't resist sharing the news though...many of you know how I have been restlessly awaiting this day! Yea!! He did it!