Busy Hands Homestead

Ivory is curled up in my bed fast asleep. The last thing she said to me before she closed her eyes was: "After my nap, can I have some yogurt." All I heard was:"NAP".  She wants to nap! Oh, Yogurt.  "Yeah, you can have some yogurt." Sylvan in bopping around the dining room, pulling out random toys and singing to himself. He fell asleep in the bike trailer, and despite of my best efforts, he is chipper and awake. It took us almost two hours to get sorted and out of the door this morning. There was the crying while hair brushing. The massive melt down while trying to put on gloves.  The pink ones were to bulky for bike handle holding.  The finger gloves to difficult to slip on and the green ones - too green.  WAY TO GREEN! All of these reasons, of course, requiring tears and a knee buckle to floor level. My solution: NO GLOVES!  No gloves for anyone. Ivory finally straddled her bike, and I mine.  Our mission for the day: to ride our...

The day after Adam defended his master's thesis, we loaded up a rental truck and he drove from Stillwater, Oklahoma to Missoula, Montana. A month later I crammed our tiny car full of all the things we managed to forget to pack into the truck, put my daughter into her car seat and made the trip north to join him. I took the Orange street exit, and I will admit it, promptly got lost. So rather than being absolutely ecstatic, I was more than a little grumpy when I finally managed to fine the MUD site where we would be living for the next year. I was even more grumpy when I walked into our new home, only to see how literal my husband had taken my request to not move in completely with out me.... everything, and I really mean almost everything was still in boxes or laying on top of boxes. So, I unpacked, sorted, moved furniture and slowly put my life back in order and started to explore this new place we lived in. In August Ivory and I will have lived in Missoula for...