Making our house a home

Our new house is feeling more like a home every single day. Our home, that is. It’s a strange feeling to move a few neighborhoods away from your old house. You end up driving by the old house whenever you find yourself in the area. Each time I do that, my old house feels more and more like a distant stranger. It’s a weird emotion.

This house, I love love love though. The other night our great friends came by to celebrate this new chapter. They brought their baby, Clementine, and “Colton’s best friend.” They brought wine. They brought gifts. And they brought great memories with them. These two (now, three people) mean so much to us and we loved sharing our new home with them.

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The kids were the best babysitters, never leaving her sight.

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Thanks to Kelsey, my 7-year-old, for this photo.

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We love you, Bocktings!

We’re all moved in!

We are all moved into our new home! Every box is unpacked. Every one. Everything is put away and we can now start to relax. It’s been an incredible few months … an entire year, actually, of packing, unpacking, re-packing, then packing again. I’m never moving again. Quote me on that. I’ll take post some photos of our new place soon, but for now … I’m going to put my feet up and relax. Who am I kidding, I’m going to help my husband hang ceiling fans. Jealous?

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He turns into a monster when he has too much video games, so he just got his games back. He hasn’t played them since February. Mostly because we packed them in a box so he would forget all about them. ha! Wish us luck now that the games have been found.

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Kelsey’s best friend, Avery came over today for a play date. I took the girls to Skateland in the morning for a birthday party and now they are enjoying cookies that I made for them. I actually made them for me, but if I say I made them for them then I don’t feel so guilty about eating 10 cookies all by myself. Okay, one cookie more and then we’re off to hang ceiling fans. 🙂