My new neighbors

So we've traded in our river view for the country. My new house is in the middle of these pictures. Carrots on one side and wheat on the other. You would think they'd be relatively quiet neighbors but those farmers get up early (along with their tractors, trains, and planes . . . no joke.)

We have been working on the house for a month straight. I. am. Pooped. And so is Kyle. Sometimes I am like, "HOLY CRAP WHAT DID WE DO!" but then I try to dig deep and have some vision and patience. There was a reason we picked this place; sometimes it just takes a little work to make a house a home.

As for the kids, they love it. Lots of room to run around. Lots of frogs and trees and things to explore. Yesterday Kate put a grasshopper in my bed so "he could be cozy." Then he spit up on my new, clean white sheets. (Who knew they did that! Disgusting!) Anyway, I am sure I will have some good stories soon.

Best part: Kyle is only 3 minutes from work. That is our kind of commute.