Casa Nueva

We decided we're up for an adventure. As long as we're going to rent this year why not rent a fun place like say a circa 1887 Victorian in the historic district?

I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I think about living there. No dishwasher (but I know a pretty good one named Shane), 60-year-old stove, no garage, creepy basement, no air conditioning--that's what fans and windows are for, right? Right? Riiiiight.



OK enough whining. It's 2 seconds from Pearl Street, Boulder's amazing downtown area. It's in the nicest part of town and just as quiet and lovely as can be.



Colorado jungle. Oh I mean our new backyard. But the consolation for all the yard work? Huge blackberry bush, plum trees, apple trees and grapes.




And here's what sold us: the infinity* deck off the master bedroom--if you can call it a master--our King bed will just barely squeeze in here. The view is perfection. We plan to spend our evenings out here and hopefully sleep out under the stars together. Micah did you hear that? I want to share my bed with my husband again...hope you'll cooperate.

*Infinity meaning a single guy lived here before and therefore there is nothing between the edge of the 2nd story deck and the ground. We plan to remedy that asap.

Listen Up

We're moving this week(end) and this is our theme song from Loudon Wainwright III.

Waiting for blessings.

Everywhere in nature we are taught the lessons of patience and waiting. We want things a long time before we get them, and the fact that we want them a long time makes them all the more precious when they come.

--Joseph F. Smith

Listen Up

Lindsey Ray. What a lovely voice and lovely lyrics to match...."you're the keeper of my heart."

Stressed spelled backwards is....desserts.

When Micah's eczema got bad in February my mother-in-law, Shelly, came to help. After a week I dropped her off at the airport and then drove straight to our health food store. I bought bags of kettle chips, 3 different kinds of cookies and a couple chocolate bars.

I polished it all off by the next day. And it helped me endure what I didn't think I could endure.

Ever since I've stocked a treat cupboard with goodies just for me. At the end of the day when my children are bedded down I go to my cupboard, pick my poison, flop on the couch and stuff my face.

And I feel better.

P.S. All good things must come to an end; when Micah is better there won't be any more sugar and carb binges. BUT for now I'm enjoying my vices.

Bella

Just watched this one recently. So sweet and tender.

P.S. You can find it on Netflix Instant

Everything's Gonna Be Alright

Playing. We treasure these happy moments as they don't come around every day.

Around 5 AM each morning I rouse Shane and he and Boo (that's Micah to you) leave on a walk (or run depending on how tired Shane is). A long walk. 2-3 hours long. Meanwhile Sage and I sleep.

Shane takes the night shift most every Friday and Saturday. It's exhausting. Micah wakes 6-8 times every night and some nights he can't be consoled and that means holding and walking for long periods of time. Just yesterday morning Shane woke me around 5 AM, handed Micah to me and off we went on a walk of our own.

Nothing like some good hills to remind me that I haven't done any exercising in 6+ months (save weekend hikes). It's sad to admit this but exercise is dead last on my list of priorities these days...sleep takes the cake. Any moment I can sleep I will.

Boo and I walked through the historic district and I admired all the gorgeous Victorians and tree lined streets. Some day we'd love to live there.

The walk was lovely but around 7th and Spruce Micah decided it was time to start scratching and there was no stopping him. The only thing to do when the scratch fest begins is pick him up and pin his arms to his side. So there I was holding a wiggling, fussy baby and pushing the B.O.B. on top of that. I sighed a few times to myself and wished for the day when Micah is healthy and happy and I won't have to lug him home 20 blocks.

We walked and walked through the early morning stillness and as we approached home I heard music blasting from a little cottage. It was Alicia Keys singing her heart out: "Everything's gonna be alright."

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I remembered that some day Micah will be all right.

"Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don’t come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come."
-Jeffrey R. Holland

P.S. Micah is getting better slowly. We've had lots of missteps and tried everything under the sun. Finally our dear friends Bryan and Paige referred us to their friend, Jane, in Australia who has been through the same eczema hades. She is sharing with us what worked for her children and we are seeing results at long last. We hope and pray every day that maybe, just maybe, he'll be better in time for his first birthday in a month. We'll keep our fingers crossed.