Go Big or Go Home

This has become the motto of 2011 apparently. Besides the obvious changes coming to our family soon, there had to be one more element to shake things up. A house.

In the period of about 2.5 weeks, a new listing came up, we bid, we bought, we closed. It was a killer deal, in a killler Parma location and Trevor gets the start of his acreage. I get a headache.

No, I really am not complaining. The timing is a little interesting and combined w/my physical inabilities and normal pregnancy stresses, it's been hard not to let it overwhelm me.... but I really feel like Heavenly Father is taking the whole "situation" and carrying us through it to the place we need to be. It's a good place.

The house is nothing fancy (it's Parma, remember), but WE aren't that fancy. It's perfect for a little (are we considered large now?) family and a few cows. And no, I'm not that excited. Which might sound stupid to you - but the way I look at it, we don't own it. The bank does. When I pay off the house in 6-9 years (yes, insane goal, but our goal) then we can all be excited and have a party and take pictures of us jumping in the air.

The house needs a lot of cosmetic work, and I've been working like a mad woman to pick paints/flooring/tile/appliances/windows/doors etc etc etc......mostly from behind my computer screen. We have spent many nights at Lowes/Home Depot with me in the little old people cart scooting around (They're not as fun as they look. They need to go faster!) and Trey on my lap and Trevor is his poop encrusted clothing looking dashing. It's a little nuts...but honestly, these memories will make me smile. Especially when you consider how ridiculous our lives are going to be.

Nut House, I tell you.

If anyone has any great remodeling ideas or knows anything about matching tile to countertops or wants to sell me furniture - share the info. I'm drowning.

Grateful though. Have I mentioned the twins are almost "full term"? Sigh of relief.
And a little blurb about the fair haired favorite. He got his chicken pox shot yesterday and had his first bad reaction to shots. (I have seriously been so freaked out). All night he had a fever and cried "Ow, mommy Ow. SHOT". He can hardly put any weight on his leg either (not that he has much weight my 20th percentile anorexic child). I've been keeping close tabs and hoping it's just a couple day thing. Anyway, this morning he was actually happy for a little bit while eating his grapefruit, and wanted his picture taken. NEVER happens. Don't you love the hilarious faces these 2 year olds come up with?
CUTE.