We have a house!

So…whoops…life’s been a bit busy these past few months and this poor blog has been sadly neglected. But things are finally starting to settle down thanks in big part to the fact that we (finally) found a house!!! We had NO idea how stressful it would be to find a rental here in Asheville. When we first moved (at the beginning of April) we figured that we would stay with my parents for a few weeks while we searched; imaging that we would be in our new home (easily) by May 1st. My parents warned us about the “hot rental market” but we kind of just nodded along thinking “yeah, yeah, how hard could it really be, I mean this is a big city!”

And then we got here. And oh boy, saying that Asheville has a “hot rental market” is an understatement. We quickly learned that there is something crazy like a 1% vacancy rate here in town for rentals (why are all these darn people moving here?! 😉 ) and that we would be competing with a million other people to get a house. (Okay so a million may be a bit exaggerated, but it sure felt like it at times!!) Stalking Zillow and other rental websites became my full time job and I would call/email/text a property as soon as it hit the market. And then Brett and I would go see it and there would be like 10 other people viewing it at the same time; everyone eyeing each other up to see who their biggest competition would be to snatch the house up first. Let’s just say it was EXHAUSTING. Thank God we had my parents (who have been enjoying their time with the grandkids and were not pushing us out in the least) but with 2 kids and a big dog let’s just say that we have seriously taken over their house these past 2 months. Long story short (and seriously, it is a long story) we finally found a house!!

Leah sitting on the front steps on move in day!

We are still settling in (We just moved in Sunday) but we are so, so excited to finally start growing some roots here in our new city.

I am in love with our new bathroom. Also, this is the first time in our married life that Brett and I have a double sink in the master bath, which is thrilling. I’m sure more pics of the house will soon follow, once it isn’t a mess of boxes and furniture…

So, while we searched and waited for a house, I decided to just jump in and potty train Leah. We had put it off for a LONG time, but with so many recent changes (a new baby, and then a big move) I felt weird throwing too much at her at once so we waited and waited some more. But with her 3rd birthday around the corner, I knew she was more than ready! I will write a whole post about it (promise!) hopefully soon, but it’s been an exciting time for her!

I will just say that she has done SO well and we are extremely proud of how she has handled the big change! But more details about our “potty plan” will follow. (I know, I know, you’re all just on the edge of your seats!)

Besides that, Claire turned the big 6 months  (how has it already been half a year?!) And I haven’t done her monthly letter since 4 months. #secondchild. This girl is sweet and chubby and delicious and basically just the world’s cutest baby. A full 6 month update will come soon…

So there you have it. A bit of a life update (have we done more these past 2 months than house hunt and potty train?? I’m not really sure) and a promise to (hopefully) get back in the blogging game soon.

Puppies are almost as good as babies

Ever since I’ve gotten married my desire to have a baby has shot through the roof. (Because let’s be honest, I’ve been excited to have a baby since I was about 15). Every noodle I see I want and I have this overwhelming excitement at the thought of becoming pregnant. However, Brett and I decided it may be a smart idea to wait until we move out of our one bedroom apartment and buy a house. You know, so the baby doesn’t have to sleep in the bathroom. But that doesn’t mean my baby desire has decreased one bit. Like an addict, I’ve tried to fill my noodle needs by holding any and every baby I come into contact with. Luckily I work at a children’s hospital so really it’s not that hard to find one to hold. Poor parents, thinking I’m being all professional when really all I want to do is squeeze their chunka’s flub.

And then, sometimes my baby obsession rises to a whole new level and I find myself asking random strangers if I can hold their child. Yup, totally normal.


Brett snapped this pic of me holding a random noodle at a restaurant. No, I did not know the parents, but their baby was way too cute to pass up. And as you can see I immediately went to work squeezing his large chubby thighs.


And then I moved on to squeezing his cheeks.

Well, since a baby is not happening at the moment, my baby desire has turned into a “hey, let’s get a puppy!” desire. Except Brett and I live in an apartment complex with an under 20 lb weight limit for dogs. And we are not small dog people. However, Brett and I decided to go to the animal shelter to torture ourselves look at the puppies.

And there we met this guy:


Well hello Tyson, chub! If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re going to be 65 lbs fully grown we would have taken you and your sweet rolls home in a heartbeat.

Sometimes things just aren’t happy…

I feel like I’m always upbeat on this blog because for the most part, I am a very upbeat person. And I love sharing my fun, upbeat (and a lot of times awkward) stories here, but sadly, life isn’t always happy.

I love my job as a child life specialist. Love it. But every once in awhile I come across a patient that breaks my heart, one that sticks with me even after I go home for the day. I know that having a deep love for children is one characteristic that helps make a good child life specialist, but that deep love can also be tough when you meet a child that pulls at your heart strings, one that is not easy to love on while they’re at the hospital and then happily wave goodbye to as they leave to go home.

There’s a little noodle at the hospital right now that has been on my mind non-stop. Obviously I cannot go into details about her case, but I can say that someone has harmed this baby in one of the worst ways possible and now her life will never be the same. Her room calls to me every time I walk down the hall. Lately, whenever I’ve had the chance I have slipped into that room to hold her and love on her. I hold that little girl in my arms and I tell her that she is loved, that she is beautiful and smart and is such a good girl. Because to be honest I’m not sure if she’s ever been told that. And I pray quietly. A lot. Because I have to know, that through this pain, God has a plan for this amazing little girl’s life.

As much as I know that I can’t dwell on this baby forever, I also hope that I never lose my compassion and love for every patient I come across. But I know that one day soon she will leave this hospital and, although I may think of her occasionally, life will move on.

But for now I will continue to take every opportunity I have to show her love while I can. And I ask anyone who reads this to say a prayer for this little girl. As well as her family. Pray that she and her family are shown love and healing as they get through this tough time. Because I know that through all this pain, they are still loved. All of them.

And that’s it for now. Back to happiness tomorrow, I promise!