Hello! A catch up post.

I’m kind of over blogging. Over as in, I don’t ever feel like taking the time to write things down anymore. Over as in, I never want to upload/edit/share pictures from my camera anymore. My hobby of blogging has been evolving since the day I started my first blog back in 2010 and I assume it will continue to evolve until it eventually fizzles out. Then I read back on something I wrote 4 years ago and I’m so thankful that I took the time to blog because I love the little glimpse into the time capsule that I created. Our lives are so different now than they were just 4 years ago. I’m ridiculously nostalgic so even though my life today is exactly (almost) where the me from 2010 would have hoped it to be, I can’t deny that it makes me sad to look back and remember where I was then.

I think I’ll probably get back to blogging a little bit more since it’s officially summertime in the Kistler house but since I can’t promise anything I thought I’d write a little random update post to share with everyone (especially the future me) what is going on in our family and my mind lately.

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  • Living separately from the love of my life absolutely sucks. Today marks two months since we started this geobacheloring journey and while these two months have flown by, we still have 16 to go. As to be expected, we’ve already had some issues but we knew this wouldn’t be easy when we signed up for it. For me, aside from just really, really missing my best friend, the hardest part is keeping the feeling of resentment at bay. Some nights, when the kids have been particularly difficult or the work on the house is wearing on me and Josh calls to tell me he’s out at a bar in Manhattan with the guys from work, I feel it creeping in. I feel like he’s such an ass to be out on a Wednesday night partying like he’s one of the guys (everyone he works with is single) and I really, really want to be mad at him. But I know that he isn’t really partying like one of the guys and that this isn’t something he would be doing if we were there with him. I don’t expect him to sit in his apartment and twiddle his thumbs because I’m back at home tucking our kids in bed. Sometimes I just have to remind myself that he’s not choosing his friends or the bar over us – we’re just not there for him to choose. The kids are handling it well though. I was afraid they’d live their lives Sunday to Friday just waiting for dad to come home but just like they always do, they’ve surprised me with their resiliency. We FaceTime every morning and every night and have only gone 5 days max without being able to squeeze Josh so it’s not too bad. Ruby has become obsessed with New York. Any time she sees anything that resembles a city she says, “Look! It’s New York!” because she knows that’s where daddy is.  photo IMG_8627_zpsa2831249.jpg
  • Moving back home has been pretty much completely opposite to what I thought it would be like. It’s not a bad or a good thing, it’s just different than what I imagined. I love our little house but it doesn’t feel like “home”. As a matter of fact, while we are very happy that we made this decision and we’re very happy to be back in our hometown for right now, I don’t think that any of us feel this is long term. For the first month, while the New York funk wore off, Parker made comments every other day about how badly he wanted to grow up here. I felt it too. I was actually disappointed that we didn’t buy a bigger house because this house is just too small for us to grow into if this is going to be our forever town, but slowly that feeling started to fade for all of us and now I wonder if we’re just addicted to the nomad lifestyle. A few weeks ago, Parker and I were talking about our life here and I asked him if he was happy that we moved back. He said, “Yeah I like it here and I want to stay for a little while but I think I’d be okay to move again.” Hearing him say those words felt a little like gaining permission for something. It felt like a relief of some kind.

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  • As for the house, Josh and I have been busting our butts and have the downstairs 99% of the way completed. We’ve changed nearly everything. The color of the walls, the light fixtures in every room, we’ve painted the fireplace, stained the mantle, installed a door bell, installed central air, changed the entire kitchen, upgraded the blinds in the windows and on and on and on. We’re currently working on fencing in our back yard and we’re creeping upstairs as we continue on with sanding the floors, painting the hallway walls and changing out the upstairs hallway light. I’d say overall, we’re at about 70% complete with everything I envisioned on the first day we walked through the house. The speed at which we’re working is insane – basically projects haven’t stopped for 2 months – but it’s just one of those by – products of being a military family. You only have so much time in this space so do what you need to do before you have to move on. That’s the way my brain is wired now. That feeling is draining at first but now that we’ve accomplished so much I’m actually starting to feel elated. I nearly have the house I’ve been picturing since February which is allowing a little bit of contentment to trickle down. I don’t think I’ve felt content since 2011 so this is nice. With that said, I am very bipolar when it comes to this house and some hours days I feel like we’re pouring sweat and money into a pit. Hopefully not.

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  • I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited about summertime in my life. The dog days of the two summers past have given me a huge appreciation for Ohio summers. I plan to move at an extremely slow and laid back pace, earn the nick name of pool rat, play outside in our pajamas at 8 am, eat most of our meals on our new picnic table, run and bike hundreds of miles and eat more fair food than I’d ever admit to. The boys are signed up for basketball, soccer, and art camp, we have two vacations planned and a visit from my sister and new baby nephew in early August. I know I’m going to blink and it will all be over with but like I told the boys this morning, the second half of the year in Ohio is just short of magical. Fireflies, football, holidays and family is all that’s left of 2014.

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4 things to love about living in a tiny house.

Nearly a month has gone by since we moved into our little brick cottage and within this short time I’ve had a lot of different thoughts and feelings about this house as a home. From the very beginning Josh and I looked at this building as a temporary stop. I mean, surely we didn’t think that we’ll actually be able to raise three children all the way from elementary through high school in 1200 square feet with one bathroom. The very reason we chose such a small home was for the potential to easily rent it out once we’re ready to move on. We figured that a small 3/1 home would appeal to a broader range of renters (singles, couples, couples + 1 or 2 children, elderly, etc) than a larger home would. I was so eager to not see this as our forever home that I even asked our realtor how much she thought we could list it for on the first day we walked through.

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For One – Living in a small house means living with small expenses. Honestly, we live in this house for less than $750 a month, utilities included. To me, this means that we are free to do whatever we want. I’m no longer worried about Josh finding a livable job after the Coast Guard because livable here is pretty easy. It means that we can travel more. Save more. Put more money towards making what little bit of square footage we do have, exactly how we want it. It gives me a feeling of freedom, really.

Two – There’s less to clean. The house we rented in Texas was 2400 square feet and I hated every single inch of it once it came time to clean. Actually, that was all the time because I could barely keep up. A living room, 2 dining rooms, a kitchen, 4  bedrooms, a loft, 2.5 bathrooms, an entry way, and giant hallways was just too much. We didn’t use half of it but all of it needed dusted. I relish the fact that this house is less than half of that Texas house because it means I spend less than half of the time cleaning it.

Three – There’s less to decorate. Don’t get me wrong, I love decorating but it’s nice to feel like I have everything I need. We actually even had to purge some things in order to fit into this house but less things, is always good.

Four – We’re around each other more. I know this may actually become an issue for privacy’s sake as the kids get older (although, “sure you can have your girlfriend over and we’ll all sit right here and hang out together in the only living room we have” sounds nice too) but right now it’s perfect. I’ve noticed that we all watch much less television because we only have one living space that we must share. Also, for me personally, I feel like I’m more attentive to each kid. Not to say I wasn’t before but with only 1200 square feet to move about, I always know exactly where and what everyone is doing/discussing. It’s nice.

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I think it’s common to think that you need more than what you actually do. Really, I think it’s common to think that you want more than you actually do so I’m happy to say that for now, I feel content. 🙂


PS – WordPress has apparently changed its photo options so I no longer know how to decrease the size of photos. Sorry if you have to scroll just to view a full picture!

I’m still here.

iy iy iy (I hope that’s how you write it out)! I have honestly never been so busy in my life. Between the move and the house and adjusting to being a part time single mommy, catching up with old friends and family, throwing a birthday party for Theo and celebrating Easter, I feel like I haven’t had a second to even breathe.

I’m breathing now. A little bit. Very quickly.

There’s so much that I want to write about and I barely know where to start but of course, I have to start with the house! Homeownership feels a lot like adding a new baby to the family. In the past three weeks I’ve felt excited, overwhelmed, in love, ill equipped, inadequate, overjoyed and have asked myself what have we done, more than once 😉

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We are not completely unpacked, which is pretty uncharacteristic of me, but we have done so much to change this little fixer upper for the better already. I feel like we’ve renovated the kitchen but Josh said that word was a little extreme. Either way, within the first week we painted, updated the light fixtures, upgraded and replaced the appliances, changed all of the hardware, removed all of the upper cabinets and replaced them with open shelves and a wine rack (essential), updated and switched out all of electrical outlets, SCRUBBED the filthy mess (this house turned out to be Christina Aguilera Dirty) and added bamboo shades. Basically the only thing we didn’t do were the floors and the countertops. Overall, I love it and I’m so proud of Josh for how much work he has done already. I helped of course, but Josh has really taken charge and has constantly reminded me that we can do almost everything ourselves.

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One thing I’ve already learned from owning a home is that just because we own it, doesn’t mean everything will work out the way I we had imagined it would. I guess I’ve always thought that I’d love our house so much more if I could do anything I want to it but the truth is there are limitations on what you can do with a space whether it’s a rental or not. There have been a few surprises, both positive and negative, but luckily the good and bad have balanced each other out pretty well (so far).

Remember when we first looked at the house and I complained about the terrible, painted tile that turned out being molded plaster? Well we painted it a high gloss white and I absolutely love it. It looks like pretty square tiles but still has the charm since it’s really plaster. It also looks fantastic because it’s only half of the wall and contrasts the sea foam sort of green that we painted the top half of the wall. On the other hand, I hate the stove we bought. It’s cute (stainless steel flattop) but it sucks at actually cooking. Ha! Form over function, right? But the refrigerator is fabulous (I bought the same one we had in Texas so I knew what we were getting), the ceiling fan is fabulous, the hardware is fabulous (and from Ikea!) and I still love the bamboo floors. Three weeks in and the kitchen is about 90% done already. We have one beam over the sink that needs to be painted and we plan to replace the countertops eventually but everything else is done.

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As for the rest of the house –

  • we’ve painted the dining room and hall way between the master bedroom and bathroom.
  • we’ve changed the light fixture in the dining area to the lantern that may be the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.
  • we’ve ORBed (oil rubbed bronze spray painted) half of the heating vents throughout the house. They used to be an ugly gold so rather than buy new covers, we just bought a $12 can of spray paint and made them look new.
  • we’ve updated half of the electrical outlets throughout the house.
  • we’ve updated the dining light switch to a fancy new dimmer switch.
  • we’ve ripped up every single inch of carpeting within these small 1200 square feet.

And all in less than 3 weeks time.

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Getting real with how I feel – it’s very strange. This house is exactly what I wanted. An easy, small fixer upper that mostly just needs cosmetic repairs. I want to do it myself, I want to learn as I go, I like the projects and I want this house to be a good investment. But something about this process just isn’t as rewarding as I had imagined. Basically it’s just this feeling of inadequacy. I see in my mind exactly what I want, we make it happen and then it’s not as good/nice/pretty as I had thought it would be. I’m not kidding myself – it’s not the house, it’s me – it’s my touch of OCD, perfectionism and insecurities. Either way, it’s a buzz kill.

I’m hoping that as we continue to make progress I’ll continue to fall in love with the house and it will start to feel more and more like our home. Since we have so many plans for this little cottage, I’m making a weekly list broken down into daily tasks (can you say Type A?) to help me visualize just how much we’re actually accomplishing in this big sea of projects.

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I’m excited to share everything as we keep chugging along as well as give an update on what it’s like to live separately from my husband for half of the week and an update on what it has been like moving back to our hometown after 7 years away. A lot of fun has also been being had and I’d love to document some of that so hopefully I find the time to pop in more often!

We’ll see…




The house and house and house and house.

I can’t sit still. I am so beyond excited about getting through this weekend and getting into our house on Tuesday! In case you were wondering, since I haven’t given an official house update since I expressed my concerns with the appraisal, we’re legitimate homeowners now! The appraisal went through without a hitch and we actually closed a week ahead of schedule! We went back to Ohio last week and closed on the house but since we closed early, the previous owners were not prepared to leave until March 31. Of course this was fine with us because we’re reasonable people.

If you remember, we had planned to have Josh go back before us so he could refinish the hardwood floors, but I can’t wait. I want to move! We’re all going back together, getting the boys enrolled in school and then playing by ear while Josh finishes the floors. We’ve decided that we want the original natural wood floors so since he won’t be staining them, it should only take 3 days. We’ll try to live upstairs (all of our downstairs furniture will be stored in the garage in the meantime) until it’s no longer possible and then the kids and I will just go to a hotel. We should be good to go by next Friday/Saturday.

I have ten million thoughts going through my mind and keep thinking of all of the ways I’ll be able to start working while Josh does the floors. We’re not doing the upstairs yet (it’s carpeted but we plan to do hardwoods eventually) so I can work on the kids’ bedrooms, and the kitchen floors are brand new bamboo so we won’t be touching those either meaning I can probably get a little done in that room as well. Speaking of the kitchen, remember how I told you about the painted tile that goes halfway up the wall? Well we found out the story behind those. It’s actually molded plaster, a common feature during the 1920’s which is when our house was built.  We laughed when we learned that’s what it is because we had watched an episode of Rehab Addict (obsessed) where she explained molded plaster and Josh had said, “Oh, maybe that’s what the tile is.” It is.

So what do we plan to do with the molded plaster? Personally, I love original detail so I don’t want to cover it up. We considered putting up board and batten or beadboard but I can’t hide something that’s so unique! I’m going to continue on with my plan to paint it white but I’m going with a high gloss paint to try and make it look a little like tile.

Apparently we bought the house from the world’s nicest people because the day after we closed, they offered to walk us through the house and give us the low down. Isn’t that super sweet? That’s how we learned about the kitchen walls and also how we learned that the quirky door that leads to the roof of our garage (the issue we were concerned with for the appraisal) was also a 1920’s feature. I guess it was common back then to create a sort of “deck” over your garage and while there isn’t railing on the roof anymore, there used to be. It was so cool to hear the previous owner tell her childhood stories of performing shows on the deck for the neighborhood kids below.

Oh yeah, that’s something else I forgot to mention. The previous owner was the only owner ever. Her dad built the house with his bare hands. She grew up in the house and then had it passed on to her when her father died. Something about that just makes me feel like we have an extra responsibility taking on this home. I have so much respect for history, family heirlooms and the passing of the torch, so to speak.

Here’s our little house 🙂

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First thing’s first. I’m ripping down the awning immediately and replacing that tiny little light with a big, beautiful, black lantern. Won’t that little step modernize the house so much? I’m debating on taking down the railing too but Josh seems to think it’s a necessity for code purposes as well as insurance reasons. “What if the mailman slips and sues us for not having a railing?!” If I don’t take it off for good I’m at least going to spray it black.

The bane of my existence, at least when it comes to this house, is the outdoor space. Josh thinks we can make it something but I can’t see it. Perhaps it’s because I am not a landscaper/gardener whatsoever, but either way I’m hoping to come up with something for in front of those three windows. I also hate that the house sits on a hill but I’ve been told it would cost thousands to remedy that and it’s just not something I want to spend that kind of money on right now.

You can’t see from this picture but the front door is absolutely beautiful. It is a rounded solid wood door that I won’t do anything more to other than clean and treat. I googled similar doors and found that it’s probably worth upwards of a thousand dollars +. I’ve always wanted one of those bright red or teal or yellow front doors but this beauty does the trick too.

From the front view of the house you can see where the roof pitches. That is the front facing wall in both the boys’ room and Ruby’s room, which creates a really dramatic shape to the bedrooms. Of course it creates challenges for furniture arrangement but like I’ve said, I love character and this definitely adds to it. Also, if you notice the sort of triangle on the left side of the chimney – that’s the attic and while it’s unfinished, it is insulated. There is a small door that leads to it from the boys’ room so we’re excited for the potential of finishing that big space. We’re hoping to (phase two 🙂 ) blow out the majority but keep a small portion of the wall to create a sense of division for either each boy to have their own space or a bedroom/hangout space.

Kind of like one of these,

PicMonkey CollageOh, also, we bought the first upgrade for the house today. This light fixture from World Market.

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I have been in love with the Ballard Designs pendant lanterns since I got the chance to take a tour of the Ballard Designs Bosch house* in Serenbe, right outside of Atlanta (Josh’s aunt lived in Serenbe and it is truly one of my favorite places in the United States). The Bosch house featured the Eldridge Rectangular Chandelier and sparked my dreams of one day having that light hang over my dining table. It doesn’t get any more beautiful but with a price tag of $500!!!!! I couldn’t convince Josh that it was okay for a light fixture to equal one month’s mortgage payment (seriously). I thought it was a lost cause as I had never seen anything remotely as lovely at any other shop but today my lucky stars aligned and YHL did a feature on upgrading their hallway lights with Ballard knockoffs from World Market. My fingers sprinted to World Market’s website and after texting Josh to get the go ahead (he knows that I’m going full speed ahead with this house so he’s asked that I consult him before I make any purchases 😉 ), I bought this lantern. It felt really exciting, not only to make a purchase for the house, but also to have it shipped to our new address. Truly exciting.

*I Googled the Bosch house and randomly came across this blog. I may, or may not be the person in the 5th photograph down. Ha! 

I could keep going. And going. And going. But I’ll stop for now since I think 1300 words is plenty for one blog post. Obviously I’ll have much more about the house to come but the next time I pop in I’ll probably be doing a recap of our trip to Cape May. That’s right. Last stop before we move back to our hometown is the only other home we’ve ever had. 🙂 Have a great weekend!







A special little touch.

Here in our apartment we have this giant kitchen with less than practical cabinets and no pantry. Since getting some new gadgets, pots, pans and a Costco membership for Christmas we’ve struggled with storage solutions and finally decided to buy an industrial looking shelving unit to help make some space. Josh put it together last night and while we bought it to serve a purpose, of course I had to try and make it look cute too.

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We ended up being able to clear out about two shelves plus decluttered a few more. Once I saw the amount of leftover space that I had to spruce up, I added a little plant and started browsing Pinterest for kitchen printables to frame. I found a couple of cute phrases and a kitchen conversion chart but then I remembered a project I had never finished from over a year ago and knew it would be perfect.

When my grandma passed away 8 years ago, I was lucky enough to inherit one of her notebooks filled with her handwritten recipes. Mammy was the best baker in our family and thankfully, she had written down all of her famous cookie recipes in this little notebook, including my all time favorite no bakes. I scanned the recipe and had it printed on to linen with the intentions of making tea towels but I never got around to sewing the towels so the linen has just been sitting at the bottom of my fabric pile. I realized that rather than print off some random cutesy quote, it would be so much more special to display my favorite recipe scrawled in my late grandmother’s beautiful handwriting.

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I love how it turned out. If you notice the discoloration on a few spots, that’s actually some kind of food stained on the actual 30+ year old paper. A little added character. So it turns out this industrial shelf holds much more than just some pots and pans.

To go home or not to go home?

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We’re getting out of the Coast Guard. You know this. Other than that one time we were uncertain for 48 hours, we’ve been certain for the past two years. The day Josh had to drag Parker screaming and crying into his last day at his first elementary school was the day he came home to me and said, “I’m done. I’m can’t ever do this to our kids again.” And then Texas happened and it sealed the deal.

This decision does not have to do with the CG. Okay, well it does a little. But mainly, it is a decision we’ve made based on what Josh and I believe is best for our family. So now that that’s established, everyone outside of our little family of five can stop weighing in. No more, “I just want you to make an informed decision.” No more, “But you can retire when you’re 44.” No more.

Josh is a recruiter. He makes his living selling the pro’s of joining the Coast Guard. He is informed. His contract isn’t up next week, it’s up in over a year and a half. Getting out isn’t a rash decision, it’s something that we’ve thought about, planned for and are preparing to do. Josh can retire from the Coast Guard when he’s 44 but he can’t retire from working. The word “retire” means something different for military people and the sacrifice that is made in exchange for “retiring” at 44 isn’t something we’re willing to give up any longer. We don’t care who you know in the Army/Navy/Marines/Air Force/Coast Guard/National Guard/Firefighters Association/Police Corp of America/Doctors with Borders/Teachers Union or Librarians of the United States who successfully and happily served until they could “retire” with a smile on their face to that beautiful paradise that everyone who retires at 44 apparently lives in. Our experience is unique to our family and that’s what we’re basing our decision on.

So. Now that that’s out, let’s move on. The only sentence from that entire rant that I intended to actually type was “We’re getting out of the Coast Guard” but the rest just seemed to flow so I went with it. What I meant for this post to be about is the constant struggle that Josh and I deal with when it comes to deciding whether we want to move back to our hometown once our Coast Guard days are over. Is this common? Do any of my military wife readers struggle with this too because it’s something that is weighing on us nearly everyday.

You see, Josh and I both have this love/hate for our hometown. We come from a very small place with a pretty bad economy but the people are the best. We’ve lived in 6 different cities in 4 different corners of the country and when it comes to respect, morals, values, and ethics, the midwest wins hands down. When we went home for our county fair last fall I nearly died when a group of 5 teenage boys approached me to ask where I had bought my drink and then 4 out of the 5 proceeded to thank me when I gave them directions. In New York, 5 teenage boys would have approached me, mugged me and stolen my drink (kidding!!).

When Josh and I sit down and start talking about moving home (almost every Friday) what we love and what we hate are always this same. We love love love the small town. This is part of why we loved Cape May too so we know for sure that we’re just small town people. We love the idea of our kids doing the same things that we did when we were kids. Sledding at the pool hill, Friday night football games, Firestone 4th of July’s, the Clipper clap. We love that our friends are all still there, that it’s a safe community where we know most of the people (and most of the people’s parents and grandparents…), that the cost of living is dirt cheap but the schools are excellent. We love that Ohio is central to the great lakes, Canada, the east coast, the major midwestern cities, and parts of the south (meaning we could get to any of those places within a days’ drive). Josh, who loves Ohio a tad bit more than I do, has his own list too – being back on the fire dept., coaching, Steamer’s, season tickets to PNC, being called Beef again (I kid!!), etc.

As for what we dislike, there are a few negative things I’m not willing to blog about but mainly it comes down to the fear of being stuck. Like, we got out once and we don’t know if we’ll be able to again. Especially because our boys, Parker in particular, bleed scarlet and grey. If you ask Parker where he’s from he will tell you Ohio even though he only lived there for less than two of his 8.5 years. And of course the kids want to live near family. So the fear is, what if we move back and hate it? What if things have changed in the past six and a half years and don’t end up the way we imagine? What if we’ve changed in the past six and a half years? If we take our boys back it will very possibly kill them to leave again. We’ve also thought about just devoting the next 15 years to our kids. Giving them the childhood they (think they) want in the place they (think they) want to be and then reevaluating, once they’ve moved on, where we want to be. But of course it’s not that simple.

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Even though this is constantly on our minds, it’s easy to push it away because it’s not an immediate issue. Like I said, Josh still has a year and a half left in his contract. But last weekend something happened. Our realtor (the mother of a man who graduated with my mother from the same high school where Josh and I graduated from and where my mom taught for 15 years – see how that whole small town thing works?) emailed Josh a house that just came on the market because she thought we may be interested. And we are. It is in a perfect location and meets nearly every item on our dream wish list and is within our budget. And I can’t stop googling it and scrolling through the pictures and imagining our furniture throughout. Of course we know who lives there now and funny enough they’re a family of five with two older boys and a baby girl. Fate? The house is already set up for us. *Another ironic fact on a slightly creepy scale – when my sister was here a few weeks ago she was admiring my changes in decor since the last time she had visited and said, “Your style reminds me of Mr. *******’s house.” The exact house in question. As I paged through their for sale photos I couldn’t help but notice that she was right. Fate. 

So now we’re at this weird place again where we’re texting each other love notes about the house “Even the paint colors are perfect” and planning something that may not even happen and getting all sweating palmed over a hypothetical life. Someone, some other crazy Coastie person, please tell me this is normal! We all do this, right? And in the meantime, I’m kinda just hoping the house sells quickly so the pressure can be off.

Whew! This life, huh?

The kids’ rooms: Take 2

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I’m a chronic re arranger. Chronic. Which is funny because when I was a kid, I hated changing my room. I had the same bedroom set up from the time I was 8 until I was 18. Unlike me, our kids have had about 4 different rooms each, just within the past year. I love to decorate but mainly, something about a new house takes me around 8-9 months to “figure things out.” Our house has 4 bedrooms so when we moved in, everyone had their own room. And then the boys decided that they wanted to share so we moved Parker into Theo’s room since it was bigger. We painted and decorated with a combination of their tastes. And then a couple of months later Josh decided that he wanted to move Ruby into Parker’s old room. Her bedroom was in the back of the house and had a huge bay window that faced the ocean so aside from our room, it was the coldest in the house. Because she’s still so little, we keep her door shut at night so it was getting really cold as the temperature dropped and it just made sense to move her to the other side of the house. We painted her new room and redecorated similar to her old.

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Over the weekend Theo decided that he no longer wanted to share a room. We decided to move him into Ruby’s old room with the hopes that the cooler room will help him sleep. He’s our little sweaty guy so maybe a temperature drop at night is exactly what he needs and since we don’t close his door it shouldn’t be too cold. I spent all day today moving furniture and hanging pictures and was able to finish up in time to surprise Theo when he got home from school. He’s a major nature lover so his room reflects that. I still have to hang his curtains but he loved it.

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As for Parker’s room, I decided to try and make it a little more “grown up” for him so I used our extra love seat to create a hangout area. I’m not a fan of tv’s in the bedroom and although he did have one for about 3 months, it’s not something I ever want to do again. Though we didn’t mean to do a “theme” for Parker’s room, I noticed today that his walls are covered with all things travel. Maps, bikes, license plates and these incredible car paintings that Josh’s aunt bought from a street artist in Cuba.

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I still have some holes to patch and a little touch up painting but hopefully we’re done playing musical rooms. The kids are all happy with the way things are now and so am I. For now.