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Huuuuge News

26 May

This is one of my top five biggest announcements of all time:

We are moving to Asheville, NC in less than a month!

Woah. Just woah.

Some people move around a lot (or at least once!), but I have never lived anywhere but Atlanta, Georgia. Well, except when I was three — my first memories of life are out in the desert in Claremont, California. But everything else in my life has been right here in this metro area.

This is why my brain has been so frazzled lately. I am trying to live life to fullest, transition us up there in the next few weeks, and all while needing to keep the house clean and running after two tinys.

I thought we were done moving for a long time. We finally just got settled in the new house and were enjoying our suburban life as a family of four, when this opportunity came to us. It was literally only a couple weeks after I said to Dave and my mom, “I want to live somewhere besides Atlanta,” but I was thinking of something like Alaska or Canada. Thank goodness we’re only going to be three hours away by car, not six hours by plane. The Universe knew I didn’t really mean that far away.

I’m nervous, but also really excited.

IMG_20170520_221652_716Life will be like this all the time. #SierraNevadaBrewing

It now feels like moving to East Cobb was a baby step for this move. I was very happy to get where we are now, but it had its challenges. I was pregnant, feeling terrible, and spent a lot of time being lonely. Moving 30 minutes away at times felt like an entire state away. But I navigated (and cried) until I got to a place where the boys and I are happy and busy — almost too busy!

Besides uprooting the great life we have here and leaving our beautiful home and yard and all our friends and family, one of the things that makes me the most sad about leaving is the diversity of East Cobb. I have been very happy to be a part of a really diverse (and not just black and white too!) community over the last year. We are sometimes the only white people at an event, like story time at our local library. Asheville, unfortunately, is pretty white-washed. I know the mentality is open-minded there, but still. I like being in a melting pot of culture.

However, I feel in my soul that this is the right move for us right now. Dave is very excited about his new career path. We met our realtor — and so far our only friend in Asheville — through our current next door neighbor, who has been super great to us ever since we moved to Marietta. I’m a hippie at heart who cares more and more about the earth, and I love the artsy, green, sustainable, local culture up there. I’m looking forward to this next challenge and all the opportunities we’ll have. I’ll really miss where we are, but sometimes you just gotta take a leap!

 

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(Don’t) Bite your tongue! Walt’s first Urgent Care visit

9 Aug

Sunday night we were almost about to leave for dinner, and I mean mere seconds from wrapping up our obstacle course playing on the couch and heading out the door, when Walter fell head first into our (luckily soft) ottoman and nearly bit through his tongue. There was a loud thud, crying, and a lot of blood, and I immediately took him in to the bathroom for his father to help me examine him. It took us a minute to locate the source of the bleeding, and seeing the giant gaping wound in his tongue, there was no choice but to get in the car and head to the nearest urgent care.

I have nothing but good things to say about the WellStar Urgent Care on Roswell Road in East Cobb. The staff, nurses, and doctor were all amazing. They checked him out immediately to see if we needed to head to the hospital, then saw us quickly after we registered to check him out further. The amazing thing about even fairly severe tongue injuries is that they are rarely sewn up, especially in young kids, and usually the biggest thing you have to worry about is infection — and of course the soreness of the healing tongue. They gave us an antibiotic prescription, and upon hearing that he refuses to take the white liquid medicine, worked especially to find a pharmacy near us that sold chewable antibiotics (which is not as common). We were sent home with instructions to go to Scottish Rite if the bleeding didn’t stop in a couple hours. They would need to sedate him and give him a couple stitches if that was the case.

Our poor kid was calm by this point but I think in a state of tired delirium from all the crying and pain. So was I. I felt so helpless that I didn’t stop the injury from happening and scared that recovery was going to be awful. We spent the rest of the night replacing the gauze in his mouth that was saturated with blood and saliva and watched TV — the greatest remedy for all ailments! We tried to get him to eat ice cream (doctor recommended) or some Tylenol, which he refused. Eventually he passed out and held that last piece of gauze in his mouth until morning, when he came into our room and I pulled it out and he spent several minutes dry heaving. I thought he would vomit from the blood and saliva consumption and the fact that he hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. But he didn’t, thank goodness, and after a few more TV shows — I would have fed him ice cream and let him watch TV for a week — he was already bouncing back.

He was hungry — soft foods only — and eventually got tired of TV and wanted to play. Even though the wound was still open, he said it didn’t hurt anymore. How was that possible? If I had that wound I would be on a morphine drip! But his spirits were happy and he spent a good portion of the day talking (with a lisp) about the hole and all the blood the ottoman made in his mouth and asking if we remembered him going to the hospital where the doctor looked at his tongue. And he kept sticking his tongue out to show us the “lid” on the hole! Dave had thankfully stayed home from work to help me, not knowing what the day after would look like. Even though it was surprisingly good on Walter’s part, I was emotionally very fragile and very glad for the support.

It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to a kid, but when it’s your kid, the baby you love more than anything else in the world, when they are in pain, it is searingly bad.

Onwards and upwards, to see what the next day will bring!

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Cuddling with my very strong and brave little boy, as he napped 24 hours after the incident.

 

Taking another graceful step into my 30s

26 Jul

When I have little or no expectations, I generally find that my experiences are usually that much better overall. In terms of my birthday, I always love it and feel like it should be a special day, but I still don’t try to put too much emphasis on it or I can easily let myself down. This birthday was one of the best.

We had a relaxing but productive weekend where Dave and his dad worked on a large home project of mine (moving the washer/dryer out of our unfinished basement), and I did work too while Walter designed with “modeling play” and drew pictures. He’s getting ever more creative and inventive with art and building toys like magnatiles.

Sunday we did a few more chores and met my parents for a quiet but lovely birthday dinner at Hearth, which happens to make the best pizza in Atlanta. Yum.

IMG_20160724_185827494He loves his Nini and Grandpa!

On the way home David pulled off into the Sope Creek parking lot, and we took an impromptu dusk-time hike to the creek. Even in flip-flops it was a nice walk to a pretty creek, and being able to be closer to nature is one of the reasons I love living a bit more out of the city. I definitely want to take Walter back there as soon as I can.

IMG_20160724_201925916Perfect way to end 31.

Monday, my actual birthday, was tubing day! I’ve been tubing down the Cartecay River with friends every year on or around my birthday for 12 years in a row now. It’s amazing to have seen the changes over the past decade, when the river drop in was barely attended by a tubing guy, to last year, when it was so crowded we had to park in an additional field and were constantly surrounded by other tubing enthusiasts. So I decided that from now on, due to the popularity that I suppose will be ever increasing, we will tube on weekdays. In college it wasn’t difficult to get friends up to Ellijay on whatever day I chose, but we might have to plan more in advance from now on, since as adults we usually do the adult thing of 9-5. There were still a few people on the river, but it wasn’t crowded, and it really is the perfect way to recharge for the upcoming year. Nothing but water and trees and sky.

IMG_20160725_181640A picture taken in the same spot every year. We had a blast just the three of us, but the Cartecay is so wonderful, we love bringing as many friends to experience it as we can. And soon Walter can join us too!

This morning I woke up to easily find a long gray hair among my locks… beautiful sight! Thanks for the birthday present, universe. But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A Bit Untethered, but Happy and Excited

22 Apr

While living in the gloriously big house that Walter now doesn’t want to leave with my awesome, frequently jet-setting in-laws has been fantastic, it’s not easy for me to not have my home base. When I want to settle down or escape, I don’t really have anywhere to go that is mine, except maybe my car. I was even having difficulties living in the small room with our cat, who I am allergic to — long story –, until my brilliant husband suggested I take a Claritin, which thankfully worked. So at least I have that space too again.

The good news is, the finish line is within sight. We sold our house! It went under contract the first day of showings, and the buyers were great. I’m jealous of our old neighbors.

We also bought a house! I feel ridiculously lucky to have found the house we did. It’s a 1965 ranch-style that has previously had one owner, sitting on half an acre of gorgeous landscape.

IMG_20160414_171304306_HDRDay of closing: happiness.

It was very well-maintained, but dated. But that’s the best part! We get to do what we want with the space! No one else has done some costly, generic updating. Mostly it is painting the walls, changing light fixtures, and refinishing floors, but we also get to redo the kitchen from scratch!

IMG_20160418_162936242_HDRYep, that’s our kitchen. Walter thought it left the house on its own.

I already feel like it is my house, even more so than our old house, not just because I’m on the deed of this one, but because I picked it out knowing that I want to live here for the next 30+ years. We have only three weeks until the movers bring our stuff, but oh what needs to be done before then!

IMG_20160422_094949Our wonderful helper!

 

IMG_20160418_205801862_HDRWallpaper was clearly invented by the devil.

IMG_20160421_170823349I needed to paint by myself, and when I was ready to go, I found him like this!

It’ll be more than great to be home again, which is why we’re working round the clock to get things done. We have been blessed by the help of Dave’s dad, who has spent several days doing electrical work at our house and puts Walt to bed so we can go work in the evenings, and my mom who has kept Walt while we get stuff done. I worry about him. In the end it’ll have been a 3 month move, and moves are not easy. Sometimes he isn’t really clear about what’s going on, but he’s a trooper. I’m real proud of him.