life
Things I want to remember about my life this summer, in no particular order-----
1. We are working to make this house ours. There is not a day that goes by that I am not working on something around here. We're starting to actually see progress. There are not any rooms yet able to be declared "done", but many that are close. Ben and I were saying the other day that unless you saw the house on the day we moved in, you could not appreciate all of the changes we've made. You could look at our stairway, for example, and just see a stairway. I look at the same stairway and remember the entire afternoon that I spent pulling up the dirty carpet runner and pulling staples out one by one. You could look at the boys' rooms and see typical boy bedrooms. I can look at them and remember the horrible wallpaper that had to come down, the walls that needed repaired and painted, the ceiling that needed painted, the ugly blue carpet that had to be pulled up, and the thousands of staples I pulled out of the floor before painting it. Few things about this house were easy and it gives us a deep appreciation that nobody else would understand (as is the case for most homes, I know).
2. We did not play baseball/softball this summer and I have no regrets. None. A break from sports is just fine with me.
3. Our summer is ridiculously and wonderfully low key. There are many days that we do not leave the house at all. So much of our year is go, go, go that this is a refreshing breather.
4. Aside from the bickering between Katie and Drew, the kids are pretty easy this summer. I miss babies, but I am sure appreciating the independence of older kids. They do their own things for the most part and come find me when they are hungry or need something. We are having a less structured summer than in years past.
5. My girl turns thirteen this weekend. Official teenager. She makes me feel having a teenager will not be as awful as the general population seems to think. She's a great kid, that Gracie Hedenberg.
6. Gracie and Luke are gearing up to leave for camp soon. I sound like a broken record, but sending the kids away is just not my favorite. I tell myself that they will have a wonderful time and that being on your own for a week is a great step towards independence/young adulthood, but I really do hate it. The date they leave just keeps getting closer and closer no matter how much I will it away. Roots and wings.
7. Blogging is getting harder to do lately. The kids are getting older and I try to respect their privacy. People are busy and I don't know that many people are actually reading blogs anymore anyway. I continue to hop on and update, though, because so much of our life has been documented on this blog and I am so very thankful to have those glimpses at life across various stages. If I don't take the time and effort to blog, I won't have this time to look back on later ( I am not blessed with a good memory. Writing it down is essential for this lady.)
8. I am about to begin my last year of my thirties. It should maybe bother me, I guess. I am not having a hard time with it. Maybe 40 will be the hard one? I am not generally one who gets too hung up on age. For much of my adult life, I've felt older than my age anyway, probably because we were the first of our friends to get married and almost the first to have kids.
1. We are working to make this house ours. There is not a day that goes by that I am not working on something around here. We're starting to actually see progress. There are not any rooms yet able to be declared "done", but many that are close. Ben and I were saying the other day that unless you saw the house on the day we moved in, you could not appreciate all of the changes we've made. You could look at our stairway, for example, and just see a stairway. I look at the same stairway and remember the entire afternoon that I spent pulling up the dirty carpet runner and pulling staples out one by one. You could look at the boys' rooms and see typical boy bedrooms. I can look at them and remember the horrible wallpaper that had to come down, the walls that needed repaired and painted, the ceiling that needed painted, the ugly blue carpet that had to be pulled up, and the thousands of staples I pulled out of the floor before painting it. Few things about this house were easy and it gives us a deep appreciation that nobody else would understand (as is the case for most homes, I know).
2. We did not play baseball/softball this summer and I have no regrets. None. A break from sports is just fine with me.
3. Our summer is ridiculously and wonderfully low key. There are many days that we do not leave the house at all. So much of our year is go, go, go that this is a refreshing breather.
4. Aside from the bickering between Katie and Drew, the kids are pretty easy this summer. I miss babies, but I am sure appreciating the independence of older kids. They do their own things for the most part and come find me when they are hungry or need something. We are having a less structured summer than in years past.
5. My girl turns thirteen this weekend. Official teenager. She makes me feel having a teenager will not be as awful as the general population seems to think. She's a great kid, that Gracie Hedenberg.
6. Gracie and Luke are gearing up to leave for camp soon. I sound like a broken record, but sending the kids away is just not my favorite. I tell myself that they will have a wonderful time and that being on your own for a week is a great step towards independence/young adulthood, but I really do hate it. The date they leave just keeps getting closer and closer no matter how much I will it away. Roots and wings.
7. Blogging is getting harder to do lately. The kids are getting older and I try to respect their privacy. People are busy and I don't know that many people are actually reading blogs anymore anyway. I continue to hop on and update, though, because so much of our life has been documented on this blog and I am so very thankful to have those glimpses at life across various stages. If I don't take the time and effort to blog, I won't have this time to look back on later ( I am not blessed with a good memory. Writing it down is essential for this lady.)
8. I am about to begin my last year of my thirties. It should maybe bother me, I guess. I am not having a hard time with it. Maybe 40 will be the hard one? I am not generally one who gets too hung up on age. For much of my adult life, I've felt older than my age anyway, probably because we were the first of our friends to get married and almost the first to have kids.
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