Our little brick house sits in a 60-year-old neighborhood, which is filled with perfect climbing trees and a spectrum of houses, well-kept to run-down, with a spectrum of occupants, children to retirees. The view from her big backyard is one that not even many locals get. She's made of red brick, with wooden decks in the front and the back.
Inside, she has original hardwood floors, french doors, and a set of built-in bookshelves. Her kitchen, dining room, and living room mingle happily with each other, just like the people who come in and out. She's not perfect, but we're slowly giving her the updates she deserves. And she's given our family a place to live for over four years.
In some ways, we'd like to stay here forever. But, unfortunately, our little brick house only has barely over 1,000 square feet. Technically, there are three bedrooms, but one of those is an office, and I honestly can't figure out how a bed and a dresser would both fit in it.
So, we've been looking at our options for getting into a bigger house. And here's what we found out, from two different companies: we have no options. We bought at the peak of the market, and our house value has decreased to the point that we owe more than our house is worth. End of story.
On the bright side, we just paid off our hospital debt! So our plan is to snowball that money directly into our mortgage from now on. With those additional principal payments, it shouldn't be too long before we're back to "right-side-up" on the mortgage.
Our little brick house welcomes us for as long as we need her. And you know what? We're perfectly happy to stay here. Tony and I are going to move into that tiny office and give the bedrooms to the kids. The house will be bursting at the seams. And that's okay.
There's still that tiny part of me that wants to have the bigger house, with room for house guests and dinner guests and play dates. A play room would be amazing. Honestly, I want to keep up with the Joneses. Until (and if) that time comes, we'll sit on our back porch, watching the sun set over Pikes Peak. I think we'll be okay.
Lots has happened since my 12 week photo! A business trip for me, staying a week at Grandma and Grandpa's for Hadley and Leila, and poor Tony was stuck at home alone while we had the hardwood floors refinished. We're glad to be back to "normal"!
In morning sickness news, I'm feeling much better. I stopped taking my medicine (too lazy to go get a refill, mostly). I still have hard moments, especially if I go too long without eating. But, dare I say that I might be getting close to being done with nausea? Also, since Tony switched jobs and was a "temp" for a while at the new job, we don't have health insurance right now. It makes me nervous just to write that. So far, it just means that I haven't had a couple of my regular check-ups, which I'm not worried about at all. But it also means that we probably won't find out what we're having until later than a normal pregnancy -- sometime after 23 weeks. AND, just to warn you, we are talking about finding out what we're having and then not telling anybody. Probably not the most popular decision we'll ever make ... let me know what you think. :)
This week's picture is from my phone -- Hadley pulled the camera off the dining room table and now it won't turn on. So we'll see what happens there. Baby is the size of an apple this week!
What do you do when you come home from the grocery store and your neighbor has his sprinkler on? Let your kids run through it fully clothed, of course. :)
(Although, I guess it's really "kid" in this case. Leila loved the sprinkler, but Hadley mostly just cried when the wind blew little drops at her.)
I'm very happy to be home after a business trip with the National Day of Prayer Task Force to Washington, D.C. I always love my time there, but I'm always especially excited to get home. Absence truly does make my heart grow fonder. Hadley and Leila stayed at Grandma and Grandpa K's, and it sounds like they all had a blast. Or maybe that's just what they're telling me. Either way. :)