Garrett and I are in the process of having a new house built for us, and I am beyond excited. Our current house has cheap tan carpet and beige walls– I can’t wait for bright white walls and dark wood-look tile floors. More importantly, I can’t wait for a fresh start.
Right now our projected move-in date is estimated for sometime in October, so we just have to wait. The anticipation is wonderful– I browse Pinterest before bed and dream of ways I’ll make the house into a home. Garrett and I talk about landscaping ideas over dinner. It’s kind of like waiting for a new baby– you have so many hopes and dreams and expectations. And in reality, I hope this house can be a member of our family too. I hope it can grow old along with us, and that we become more attached to it with age.
I’m trying so hard not to let the anticipation of the new house make me resent our current house. We bought the house we’re living in now to be a starter home. We never expected to be in it that long, so we didn’t paint any walls or do anything major, except for a much-needed kitchen update. But even then, we went cheap– only what was needed to make it nice and sellable.
I look around me at the things in our house, and I imagine them in the new house, and I get this urge to just get rid of everything. Well not everything, but I want to purge. To get down to the essentials. The less we have, the less we have to pack, right?
With little kids, it’s hard to do any hardcore decluttering while they’re around. So that leaves me one day a week when they’re at daycare to fill boxes to give away and fill the garbage and recycling with stuff that just has to go. So that’s what I’m doing today. Trying to simplify.
It’s like I’m in a reverse nesting phase for this house-baby that we’re expecting. And I’m embracing it.
P.S. The picture on the dresser is from Brooke Smart’s “Bringing Up Baby” collection. Check her out– she’s amazing!
Today Garrett and I took the kids to Cross E Ranch’s Fall Festival. Apparently Utah has a thing for corn mazes because they’re pretty much everywhere. This particular one was less than 10 minutes from our house, and we’re planning to take the kids to another one by Garrett’s parents’ house next weekend. But today marked William’s and Winter’s and my first corn maze ever!
Cross E Ranch is really an amazing place. It’s an actual working farm where the owners farm for a living and have no other side jobs. They have worked a spring and fall festival into their business plan, and this year was their first time doing the Fall Festival and Corn Maze. I was so impressed! Not like I have anything to compare it to, but they seemed to really have a great system, and the activities and atmosphere were great. On the hayride, we got to go out into the cow pasture where we weaved through a heard of purebred Angus cows who had been bread by the current owner’s late father for their good looks. They really were beautiful cows! And the owner told us all about the farm’s story, including some of the joys of farming and some of the struggles of doing it in a city. Such an amazing day. Plus there were baby pigs, so there’s that too.
It’s that awkward time of the year again when pretty much everyone wants it to be fall– as evidenced by all the pumpkin spice stuff hitting the shelves– but summer is not quite ready to give up yet and it’s still blazing hot most days. Yesterday it got up to somewhere around 90 degrees, but it was overcast and breezy most of the day– we even got some little rain showers here and there– so it didn’t actually feel quite as hot. I, therefore, had no issue whatsoever with hauling the kids off to Wheeler Historic Farm for the better part of the day and soaking in some cozy autumn vibes despite the heat.
For those of you unfamiliar with Wheeler Farm, it’s pretty amazing. It’s a working farm, so the animals there serve an agricultural purpose rather than being like a zoo. But it’s also a public park, which means it’s free to get in and you can just wander around pretty much anywhere at your leisure. There are some extras that you can pay for, like milking a cow, or taking a ride around the back 40 on a tractor-pulled trailer. We chose the latter, and it was well worth the $5. After the ride was over, William walked up to the driver and said, “Thank you, Old McDonald.” …and then repeated that five or six times as two-year-olds do. Hehe. So polite.
Winter was there too, of course, but she rode in my Wildbird ring sling the entire time. I can say pretty confidently that overall she did not enjoy the outing as much as William did.
William, on the other hand, was pretty much in heaven! I think we were there for about two and a half hours, and by the time we finally left, it was way past lunch time and heading into serious nap time territory. But regardless of how many times I mentioned food (William must have been starving), I had to drag him to the car crying to get him to go home. The meltdown was definitely short in comparison to two plus hours of pure excitement, though. We will definitely be going back soon!