the flood

Tomorrow at 12:15 we will officially be selling our first home.  In doing so, I took some time to look through some old pictures.  Last summer (as in 2008) went away for 3 days.  While we were gone a pipe burst in the upstairs bathroom and water flowed through the house.  The entire middle floor of our house was ruined, and as I walked into the basement, I saw part of the ceiling on the floor.  Every piece of carpet was replaced in the house, many walls were torn down and rebuilt, and the kitchen was torn down to the studs.  We grabbed some dry clothes, headed to the parents, and moved back home 3 months later.

The basement ceiling...

Starting the drying process on the middle floor...

All the carpet torn up and starting the drying process in the basement...

Our cozy family room during the rebuild...

This is the kitchen looking into the family room...connected by a kitchen counter and sink...

Kitchen wall drying out...

More of the kitchen...

New walls!...

All put back together...

As my dad would say, "just another bump bolder on the road of life"

new adventure

Movers are coming today.  I'd post pictures, but even though the camera is out, the usb cord is packed.   I'm nervous about the move.  This home holds many many memories.  Some good, some not so good, but all make me who I am today.  We brought Katelyn home to this home, and we grieved for Andrew in this home.   We fixed up a lot of rooms, had a flood, and then rebuilt again.  In this home Adam and I grew as individuals, as a couple, and as a family.  Thank you Eustis Street.  Today starts a new adventure...

packing packing packing

We are packing up our house this weekend.  All of it in one weekend.  That's not fun.  Katelyn spent the night at grandmom and granddads last night and will be heading to K's tonight.  She's called a few times and said "Hi mommy, I talk to daddy peas".  I say "do you want to talk to me?"  She says "I talk to daddy peas".  It's okay, I know she loves me.

We packed up Andrews room this morning.  It was the first room we did.  I had Adam come sit with me and we looked at each outfit that was hanging in the closet.  I took all of his special stuff and loaded it in a bin to take with me to my parents house.  I don't want to put it in storage, I need it all close to me.

I best get back to packing.  I came downstairs to take a break and watch some of the Purdue game.  Go Boilers!  Apparently I'm not the only one in the house wanting to take a break and watch Purdue.  There's an empty bowl of popcorn and an empty glass where Adam was sitting. 

the patio

It's hitting me rather quickly and with force that we are moving.  These emotions came out of no where.  Well, I am rather emotionally unstable these days, but I thought I'd be fine with the move.  More than any room in our house, I am going to miss the patio out back.  My dad and I fixed up our backyard a couple of years ago.  We did it together by hand.  It was a great bonding time, I enjoyed every minute of it...even when my dad wanted to start EARLY on Saturday mornings.  The whole patio project started because I knew I wanted to hang a swing for Katelyn.  If you know my dad, you know how that want for a swing turned into a full on project.  It was great, and I am really sad to be leaving it.  Really sad. 

football

Adam and I love football, we even met at a flag football coaches meeting.  In my opinion, the actual sport combined with the fall season make it the best time of the year.  I know Andrew would have grown to love football too.  I imagine him as a quarterback.  If he took after me, he'd be able to throw the ball.  Granted I can't throw a football that well, I used to throw a mean softball.  If he took after his dad, he'd be a solid blocker and a fast runner.  Adams paternal grandparents were both Olympic athletes, one for sprinting and the other for hurdles.  Adam's maternal uncle was recruited to play for the Jets.  Adam has solid athletic skills all around.  I know Andrew would too.

Anyway, all of these thoughts came about when I saw the "football" line at Gymboree on sale.  If Andrew were here, I would be dressing him in some of these clothes.  I guess that's how my mind works these days.