Thursday, August 25, 2016

Empty pink bins...

They say you never know for sure that you're done having kids, but chances are you know in your heart when you're done and both Steve and I felt that with Briggs.

We also let the kids know that this baby with be the caboose to our family. Which is why Hallie more than anything was hoping for a sister, she knew it was her last chance. Her disappointment was visible and it was heartbreaking to see her having a hard time. Shortly after we found out another boy would be joining the family, I made it a goal to go through the bins of girls clothes we had stored in the attic. I had been hanging on to this clothing since Hallie was a baby. Never did it cross my mind, in my young and naive state, that Hallie would be my only daughter. Obviously, I wouldn't have held on to that clothing for that long had I known otherwise.

I went through bin after bin of clothing and aside from a few special pieces, I donated the contents.

One afternoon, Hallie came into the laundry room and saw me drowning in pink clothing. She recognized some of it from pictures we have of her wearing the clothing. This is how our conversation went down:

Hallie: What are you doing?
Kara: Just going through this clothing so we can give it to someone who needs it.
Hallie: But what if we need it?
Kara: Oh honey, we're not going to need any of this for a boy.
Hallie: But what if we have another baby?
Kara: I don't think that's going to happen, and even if we did - chances are it would be a boy too!

She looked around the room and left. I started talking to her as she walked away and I could tell she didn't hear me. I went to find her and found the bathroom door shut. When she walked out a minute later, her eyes were red and swollen.

We talked. The fact that this baby was a boy cut her deep and she was having a hard time accepting the fact that she would never have a sister. I asked what would make her feel better. She asked if she could go through the clothing with me and keep some of the clothing to give to her daughter someday. It was a great idea.
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I probably went through 7 or 8 bins of clothing before Briggs was born, knowing very well there was more in the attic I hadn't touched.

This week, I completed the task. I went through the last 5 bins of girls clothing. And out of 5 bins - this is what I kept:
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A couple dresses I made and a few other pieces that Hallie can remember wearing. There were moments of nostalgia as I touched each piece checking for stains before being donated. I could picture Hallie in almost every single item of clothing and we've got more than enough pictures as evidence. It was quite therapeutic for both of us to sift and sort and talk. And now we're done.

We kept a little, we donated a lot. I now have stacks of empty pink bins and a lot more attic space that needs to be used!


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Childhood...

He's at the age where being out on the tube doesn't look nearly as fun as sitting behind the wheel.

Every now and again he would look over my way and grin ear to ear - so proud of his work as the driver. Childhood is too short.

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Nikon D750 | Lens 24-120 mm | Aperature 4.0 | Shutter 200 | ISO 320

It must be something with this age because I have a picture of Hunter at the wheel and Bennett at the wheel as this exact age and not a single picture of them older in this same position.
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They're learning young!

Monday, August 22, 2016

Our Milwaukee house...

Have you ever moved from a home and then wished you could see it one more time to see what it looked like? When Steve and I visited Milwaukee a few years back we drove by our old house. From the outside it looked the exact same, except the pear tree we had planted in the front was much bigger. I was mustering up the courage to knock on the door to see if we could take a look when one of our old neighbors informed us they were out of town for the weekend. Part of me was bummed, and part of me was relieved, I wasn't sure I actually wanted to see what she had changed. I wanted it to live on in my memory just as we left it.

I was surprised this week when Zillow informed me of the house going up for sale, coming up on 6 years after we sold it. My curiosity got the better of me and I found myself excitedly waiting for the pictures to load.
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The first picture loaded and it looked like nothing had changed from when we left it. The entry was still painted red, the curtains we left still hung on the windows, the walls still painted stripes using flat/gloss paint and the clock and shelf we left in an alcove were still adorning the wall.
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The kitchen was the same as well including the curtains. Our bedroom. The bathroom. Hunter's room. The basement. Paint, curtains, everything...it was the same. It was the weirdest feeling seeing our exact house years later. Even the leather sectional we sold with the house was still there. After going through the whole slideshow, we realized they painted two rooms - Hallie's room and the bathroom downstairs. Thats it. The rest of the house was just as we had left it.

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I actually enjoyed seeing the inside again. I can't imagine someone moving into a house and not changing more than two paint colors, but that's me. In fact I look at that house and think how different I'd to it today. That house is where I learned how to renovate and my love for building started to take shape.

I'm sure the next time I see that house posted for sale it will look vastly different!

Sunday, August 21, 2016

24 weeks...

I feel like starting solids with babies is a necessary evil. In fact it ranks low on things I enjoy doing - pretty close to potty training. But we're doing it and I know 4 months from now it will be much better.

Until then, I put a spoon in his mouth and only a 1/3 stays in his mouth, the rest dribbles down his chin. Which I scoop off and feed him again, but this time only a 1/4 stays in his mouth. The whole time I'm holding his hands so I can get the spoon close to his mouth and as I go to reload the spoon with more rice cereal, he blows raspberries with the biggest smile on his face. The first time it was pretty cute and funny. And even the second time it was pretty entertaining as he surprised himself when food splattered on his face. After that it just created more mess to clean up and less food that he actually consumed. But I am nothing if not persistent!
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