Month: December 2015

Back Home to Finish the Year

We’re just on the other side of another marathon holiday season.  Christmas celebrations this year meant we traveled to three different family gatherings three days in a row.  While we greatly enjoyed spending so much quality time with all of our families, I think all three of us breathed a small sigh of relief as we unlocked the door and stepped back into our own house.  Evidence of our Christmas morning gift giving was still present throughout the house, and Lincoln was finally able to sit down and enjoy all of his new toys.  He’s so exhausted, though, that he’s fairly well consumed with watching Mickey while strangely crossing his arms like an old curmudgeon.   What is it about your house that is so darn comforting?  Is it the building itself?  Is it the fact that it contains all the stuff that we all use to define our existences, as much as we’d not like to admit that?  Is it merely because it’s familiar and we’re, at some level, all creatures of habit?  We’ve …

Wishing for a Messy, Meaningful Christmas

It is winter, right?  We’ve never spent the holidays in Florida, but I imagine it feels something like the past few days.  It’s funny how we all complain about the fact that it’s not feeling like winter around here, but if it were, then we’d be complaining about how much we hate winter and how ready we are for it to be spring. Christmas is, once again, just around the corner.  It’s a holiday that I always think of as so very special, but one which has become so very stressful now that we’re adults and stuff. Last year we didn’t put up a single Christmas decoration. Our home officially went on the market the day after Thanksgiving, and in our attempt to make the place look as spacious and generic as possible, we thought that our eclectic Christmas décor was the last thing we wanted to be the focus of our prospective buyers. Last week Linc and I were looking through my phone at old photos of “Baby Lincoln,” which is oddly one of his …

Becoming Normal Again

I slowly feel like we’re returning to how things were before we dove head first into starting a farm. I find myself enjoying trivial concerns like, how long do we watch Mickey snuggled in bed before we head downstairs to find breakfast? When do we cut Lincoln off from his pacifier (or “peep” as he calls it) and is it really that big of a deal that he only uses it at night? Am I going to regret this third piece of cheesecake? (probably, but it’s good and it’s worth it). We’ve been able to focus on being better parents and making our marriage a priority again. We’ve been able to spend time with family and we’re getting the rest we need after working our asses off this past summer. I’ve been able to set some time aside to get a walk in every few days down the creek that slips by our house. I’ve seen fish swimming in lime green weeds, a large coyote, and the Blue Heron that visits us frequently.  Our first year on the farm was so …