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January. It was cold. It snowed. Like all Januarys it was 385 days long.
February: It was not cold. We lost most of our snow. It was LOVELY. The Olympics were on. Canada kicked some major tushie. I visited the ER with a child for the very first time which I do believe is a MIRACLE with the way my boys attack life. Or in this case, are attacked by cousin's whose fingernails could have used a trim before they connected with my son's eye.
March: Sprout turned four. I turned a lot older than four. I found out that I would be needing surgery. I ate a large quantity of chocolate.
April: I cleaned. And cleaned and cleaned some more. If I couldn't control when my surgery date was going to be by golly I was going to control something.
May: I went into the hospital feeling great. I came out feeling as if someone had cut open my chest, pulled back my ribcage and took something out of my lungs. Oh wait, I felt like that because that is actually what happened. I can't say I recommend this. I spent the rest of the month throwing up and watching TV.
June: It snowed. It was cold. I was FINALLY allowed to drive again. Spud finished Kindergarten. He was quite disappointed to learn that it was not the end of his academic career.
July: We vacationed. It was full of family, friends, beaches, splash pads and LOTS of memories.
August: We went for a drive in the country. We went to a small town. We decided we would JUST LOOK at some houses. We signed the papers for a new house three days later.
September: Spud started grade one. We all cried a lot. We picked out all the stuff for our new house. Which basically consisted of us saying to the designer "whatever you think looks good together."
October: I started the long process of rehabilitating a house that had been left to its own devices for several months. I cleaned a lot.
November: The beginning of winter. Nuff said.
December: Advent. Christmas. It's all good.
July: We vacationed. It was full of family, friends, beaches, splash pads and LOTS of memories.
August: We went for a drive in the country. We went to a small town. We decided we would JUST LOOK at some houses. We signed the papers for a new house three days later.
September: Spud started grade one. We all cried a lot. We picked out all the stuff for our new house. Which basically consisted of us saying to the designer "whatever you think looks good together."
October: I started the long process of rehabilitating a house that had been left to its own devices for several months. I cleaned a lot.
November: The beginning of winter. Nuff said.
December: Advent. Christmas. It's all good.
5 comments:
woo hoo to great little drives in the country! Looking forward to you living in a small town!
wait, what? You're moving? I so totally want all the details and I am excited for you!
How are you feeling, this few months post surgery?
How did I not know that y'all had bought a house?
I'd forgotten about the ER incident. Good times!
We just may have more chance of seeing you in the small town than in the big city. I'm excited for you!
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