Moving on...

I keep thinking I am posting regularly and then I visit my own blog and realize that its been nearly two weeks (again) since I have updated the internets on our adventures. The thing is, I feel like for once I have a decent explanation for why I'm not chronicling our lives as methodically as I would like. First, there was the week where I had three hearings when I was supposed to have four but one settled and then there was last week where I had a big (for me) mediation and then there was the living in between, but really the thing that has kept me away is that we have been frantically cleaning our house in an effort to pretend that really, we are very shiny, clean, organized people in an effort to convince potential buyers of that fact. Because we listed our house for sale on Friday.

Its a good thing. We have known for a while that sometime between now and two years from now we would want to move (to a neighboring city, possibly less than ten miles from here) but it still seemed to come about so suddenly. Turns out this is a good time to buy a house if you can sell yours. So we are trying. We'll see.

This house is going to be hell for me to leave behind. I am crazy attached to it. Did you know the first few months we lived here I did nothing but sit in the office and study for the bar exam? I stood by the mailbox stalking the mailman on the day I knew he had my bar results and he thought it was just so interesting that I had that long hyphenated last name. Did you know we painted the entire downstairs one weekend with Shawn and Kevin? Did you know that Jeff and Dianne spent countless hours in the hottest summer we have had painting furniture white in our garage and putting up molding in what would be Jilli's, and then Rory's, nursery? Did you know that I defied Jeff's orders to stay away from the paint in the nursery to help fill in the misty white clouds? And that one of them looks like Mickey Mouse? Did you know that we have watched Christian and Makenna grow up here and that Dad built our deck and Mom and I have stayed up late at night talking downstairs? Do you have any idea how many dinners we have had with family and friends around our table? Did you know that I have spent years in the rocking chair by the window nursing my babies and reading them books and sitting up with them when they were sick and sad? Did you know we have played in the driveway and in the backyard and in the house with the best neighbors, and friends, we could have ever imagined living next to? Can you imagine that we saw both girl's first steps here? That they ate their first food and danced their first dances here? We have carved pumpkins and decorated Christmas trees and hunted for eggs here. And yes, I know we will do all of this in a new house and that these memories have less to do with our house and more to do with the people in our lives, but still....there is a small part of me that is rooting for this whole hare-brained scheme to fall though so we can stay just a little bit longer...