I’m not sentimental for the most part. I don’t hoard my childhood things. I don’t get attached to things. Cars, toys, clothes…houses. There are always a few exceptions like Bear Bear (that now resides in Landon’s bed) or the Enloe basketball t-shirt that is literally falling to pieces but I look mostly forward…not backwards. Maybe it’s why I like photography. I capture the moment for me to see. I don’t need the stuff. I need the memory and something to jar it. Just how I process.
In one week, we will be sitting in lawyer offices selling our house AND buying a new one (yes in the same day…go big or go home). We have lived in this house for almost 8 years. We moved in 2 weeks after our honeymoon (see…go big or go home), brought 2 babies home and mourned 2 more. We have filled this house with love, memories and a shit load of STUFF. We are bursting at the seams with all of it. The last few weeks have been living amongst boxes I pack when the boys go to bed. The boys have 4 little baskets of toys left to play with and plenty of empty boxes that they make into trains and dance floors. Making the best of it. And being pretty damn adorable along the way.
They will adjust just fine. I am not even remotely worried about it. They take change like champs like their mama and keep on trucking. Now they will get their own play room. A pool. A giant screened in porch. A neighborhood to ride bikes and make new friends. A treehouse to get their granddaddy to help pimp out. ALL THE SOCK SLIDING (no more carpet…at all). Possibly even see some bats outside (long story for later…). It’s gonna be awesome and we are so stressed out while being excited what our forever home will bring. #beerme
But tonight is the last night my babies will sleep in this house. Tucked in their little adjoined bedrooms with their “secret” pocket doors. Where they we can close their doors and let them go bananas in that little L shape. The last night Ollie will scamper up those stairs when we mention “night night” (toddler class is tough business…homeboy is tired). The last night we will crank up 4 white noise machines. The last night Jack Jack will sleep at the top of the stairs to protect his babies at night.
Nope…not sentimental…just the pink eye…yeah…that’s it.