Home Again....kind of

I am afraid all of you are going to think we are crazy....we moved again. #9. I almost don't even want to mention it.....but I will need to look back at this years down to road in order to remember when and where all we lived at this time in our lives. Explination: We must have done a REALLY good job staging our last house, because it got 4 offers in a week and sold immediately. We literally only lived there for 4 weeks, before the sale closed. I am sure people are starting to wonder if we are gluttons for punishment. We really do have it down to an art. The day of moving has always been the part I dread. I don't mind the packing and I like the decorating part. This was by far our easiest move. Part of the reason for that is that we have temporarily moved back to the house we lived in just over a year ago (3 houses ago). We lived there for two years.....our longest ever. That is why I named this post Home Again. "Home" has become a very loose term for us, but this house feels more like home then any that we have lived in. We lived here when we decided to have a baby and moved out a week before her first birthday. We have more happy memories here then anywhere else. It also feels like home because it was one that we planned, designed and built. I forgot how many special features we put into this house until moving back after living in three older houses. I could go on and on, but I won't. I will just say that these are all just houses, not homes and I am thankful that we are able to be faithful with our gifts and talents in a resourceful way at this time in our lives. God has been so faithful to us. We will one day build a house for us and stay for a while, but for now.....here we are....and there and here and there. Oh, and the reason we aren't staying is that it is already under contract to be sold when the buyer sells her house. I have told a few people that as Chad was somewhat stressing about moving 4 weeks after moving in, he said, "It is kind of an adventure though, isn't it?" I told him that being married to him is always an adventure! It is an advendture I have been on for 7 years that I don't see ending anytime soon. I know you just came to get Meg updates, so here you go.

You could practically jump off our roof into the neighborhood pool. (I wouldn't recommend it, since it is only 4.5 feet deep) I used to feel like it was our pool (that I didn't have to clean or care for), because it is a small gated community where we are 30 years younger then any of the other residents. There isn't a lot of action at the pool! Meg and I have been outside daily since we moved on Friday. She loves it!

Since we know that we aren't staying long and it is already "sold", we aren't decorating or unpacking anything that isn't an essential for life. I feel like I am on vacation, since I have always lived in houses that show regularly and needed to be ready to show soon after moving in. We didn't even move our kitchen table in. Just the barstools....so Meg has enjoyed having her own table in the dining room.

Another favorite pastime is getting inside the empty kitchen cabinets and closing the doors. She yells, "where's Meg?"....which pretty much gives away her location.

Her other favorite activity is taking toys up to the landing at the top of the stairs and playing; as though it is her secret and secluded spot.

The rest of the pictures are pre-move, but I didn't get a chance to post them sooner.
I think it might be time to get the poor girl some dress up clothes. She makes do, though.

Somehow Daddy's t-shirts and socks have become her favorite dress up clothes. I thought it was weird until I realized that Daddy often leaves things where she can get to it....mommy's clothes are closed up in the drawers or the laundry hamper (if you know what I mean). Here is daddy's shirt, that made it's way down to skirt level.

I also had to throw this one in. Meg has asthma and has had to do breathing treatments periodically since getting RSV when she was 8 months. The first time we gave her one, she screamed BLOODY MURDER (if you know her, you know what I mean) and faught with all of her little strength the entire 10 minutes. She has come a long way since then. Now she is so used to it that we just turn it on, turn on a video and hand it to her to give to herself. It is kind of sad, but also kind of cute. Here she is after coming inside from a swim. Coloring with one hand and taking the treatment with her other hand.