Surprise! We are still alive… but where to begin?
When I last wrote, we were preparing to celebrate Win’s first birthday- it went off with out a hitch! A cowboy themed party, cold drinks, gorgeous Redondo Beach weather and lovely friends helping us celebrate. I remember that day thinking about how I would never leave California. The amount of love we felt that day was overwhelming, and we couldn’t have been happier.
And then my niece was born. Tiny and beautiful, with red hair and blue eyes. Sweet enough to make your heart stop. Win and I went to Nashville in early July, with Ian following shortly behind. Once he arrived we prepared for a huge day in our lives: our parents would finally meet.
Yes, stop and think about that one. Livin’ in sin, y’allllll.
That day, with our families talking all around us, Ian sent me a text asking if I wanted to move here. Like usual, I was moody, and took the text in a wrong way (because I am insane). I glared at him (see?), and moved on with conversation. Moments later, he interrupted me to ask in front of the entire table:
“Do you want to move here?”
I shot curious looks to all of my family. It was too quiet.
“Yes.”
“Let’s do it.”
That was on July 14. We came back to Los Angeles on the 17th, and started to talk logistics. Was this really happening? Where would we live? How would we get there? Do we drive our car? Ship it? Buy another? Assuming we would have a couple months, I mentioned a few ideas, but Ian was ready to go. We were going to be out of our apartment by September 1, come hell or high water.
We signed a lease on an adorable HOUSE (what?!) on the 7th. On the 15th, our things were loaded into a moving cube, and headed to Nashville. On August 22, I had a full blown meltdown, including a very ugly cry. While I missed my family, I never hated Los Angeles. I never hated the people. I loved it, actually. It was our home. It was where I was born, and where I gave birth, and it was filled with friends who became family.
But on August 24th, Win and I boarded a planed and moved to Nashville (yes, Ian, too, but he had to stay and tie up loose ends).
So where does that leave us? Enjoying life in Tennessee (why didn’t we do this earlier???????), spending lots of time with family, and enjoying our first dose of a real fall in years.
As for Win, he is settling in perfectly. He loves his new house, and has been very eager to get outside every day. He runs up and down the hallway, has figured out perfectly impossible hiding places, and is enjoying have a little cuzzy to play with/kiss/hold.
As for this blog, I’ll update it as frequently as I feel (same ol’ same, baby!). I feel like the dust has settled, finally, after this move. While Win is napping, I felt the need to write a bit here. I am hoping to get more into my own life here, as well. I think as Mothers, we forget that we are people too, and that it’s okay to be an individual as well. Talk about our wants and needs, or our successes and failures- OUTSIDE of motherhood. Take for instance: last week, I stepped on a real scale, and almost cried in public. Who knew that the baby weight you lose while breastfeeding could come back, if not managed properly?
For the first time in 3 years, I joined a gym and have been very active in getting my life back in shape, which I hope to share in more intimate detail, but more on that later.
For now, here is Win. Happy on his new couch, enjoying a bottle (JUDGE ME!!) and some MMCH (mom code, get it?).
Talk soon,
xxxoooo
