In the past week, I’ve been asked so many times if I can share more specific details of our modular home journey, specifically costs and photos.
As much as I love replying to each of you, I have to chase around two very fast kiddos so I figured it would just be easier (and quicker) to put all this out here.
I’m going to try to lay it all out there, and please don’t hesitate to reach out if you’d like more information.
As a child, I remember fun Christmas mornings with mom and dad and my brother. As an adult, Christmas was…let’s face it, I was bahumbug about it. Then when I had kids, the magic came back seeing the twinkle in my son’s eyes. Then my baby turned into a toddler…which brings us to this post.
The twinkle in his eyes was still here this Christmas season, but then so was something else. Selfishness. Or greed? Maybe I don’t even know.
When I started out on this mom-blog adventure, I told myself that I needed to remain real with you guys.
Sometimes I succeed, other times I find myself trying to write what I think y’all will like or what I think will get the most hits.
Why would I do that to myself?
This world of social influence is tricky, but the short answer to that is…I have no clue.
We’ve hit tough terrain over here.
I’m not talking about terrible-twos, because we’ve been in that for 10 months and…well, it isn’t pleasant, but we’ve learned how to deal with that.
This post is about a few different things.
It’s about how we are embracing the strong-willed side of our child, and how we are embracing our child.
The holidays are coming up, and if you like pie…read on…(or if you have one hand in your child’s trick-or-treat bag—this is for you.)
I read that everyone has an addiction to something. I laughed when I read the word everyone because certainly I did not have one.
Then looking into the trash can in my bathroom…I discovered mine. Sugar.
11 months of living apart from my husband was never something we planned. It’s never something we thought we’d be doing, and it definitely has not been easy.
It’s taught me how important my spouse is, and how easy it is for us to take someone for granted. It’s taught me the value of time, because two out of seven days a week is not much time to spend with someone.
It’s taught me about sacrifice.
I’ve been really struggling.
Although, I didn’t make that realization until a couple days ago.
Almost 11 months ago, we uprooted our life in Grand Rapids and moved to Big Rapids. In those 11 months, we lived in a garage at my parents house, we had a new baby, Jon got a new job (still in Grand Rapids), built a house, moved into that house, and lost my aunt to cancer. It’s been a crazy time.
Two kids (who were two-under-two for most of that time) kept me very busy. Continue reading