It’s the second day of spring and the weather is absolutely gorgeous! Great to get out an enjoy a nice picnic, a brisk walk, or to enjoy some outdoor time with the family. I plan on enjoying this lovely day. But in the meantime, I’m throwing a few loads of clothes in the wash. Here’s something else this wonderful weather is great for:
conserving energy
A great great moment! Conserving energy and more of our pennies…
Homemade waffles! Yum, Yum!
I’m so happy to be back in a place of our own. Seon got me a new waffle iron so I got up and made homemade waffles for breakfast this morning. Delicious!!! Click here for a simple waffle recipe.
More photos from our breakfast.
Dad on meat duty
No complaints from Dominic
Dominic's best friend, Eran, has no complaints either
I guess this is a keeper. No more buying frozen waffles at the grocery store. Now I can make my own and freeze them. A few more pennies in our pockets and besides, they taste much better! But I’m biased! 
Okay, we are settled back into our own place, which allows me to get back to work on my blog. While I had some off time, I started to think about the direction I wanted to go with this blog. It’s already been through some many changes, but sometimes I still feel like I haven’t found my comfy groove. As I read over some of what I’ve written, it appears that I’m all over the place with my posts.
My overall goal for this blog from the beginning was for me to have a place to channel my thoughts. This is still the case, it emcompasses so much more than woe is me journals, sappy posts about the kiddos, or rants and raves about the hubby. Surely there will be plenty of these postings, but I want this blog to also serve as a source of information. A guide. A place to meet kindred spirits and like minds.
So, as I once again find myself in this frantic state to make changes to something that may not need to be changed, I consider the notion that maybe my blog is just what I hoped it would be. Yes, the posts are random and all over the place. Isn’t that what resources are: various tidbits of information throughout a given place. Maybe I should just leave well enough alone. And just blog…
The title says it all! I’m ecstatic to report that we are no longer in transition. We are back home at last. No more hotels. No more last minute crashes. No more inconveniences. We are home. Back in our own place. It’s an apartment, not a house, but I don’t care. I will take it. (For now anway! 
) I want to say in advance to anyone that knows me, and if you read this blog, if we ever decide to get any more wild hairs up our buts, regardless of how well intented they are, please pluck them for us! We will really love you for it.
Our travels on the road continues. Here we are again at another hotel. This seems to becoming the story of our lives. But believe it or not, Id much rather be at the hotel than at Meme’s or Mom’s houses. Not that being with them is all bad, but I just get to be comfortable when we get a room. I can walk around naked if I want to and feel free to do it. I can sit and do nothing if I want to without feeling like I’m in someone’s way or not doing enough. I can be me. I’m also starting to feel like we are wearing out our welcome at Meme’s and that we are interrupting her life – taking her through too many changes. I appreciate everything that she’s done to help us out, but I hate to put her out. And besides, I also want my own life back. Meme doesn’t like the fact that we pay for hotel rooms, she complains when we tell her that we are doing so. So we’ve just stopped telling her – only to have Kyndal rat us out when he gets back over there. This is the fourth hotel we’ve stayed at in the last two months. We have been here since Monday night and will be staying until Saturday morning. Yes, it’s money that we can be saving, but for the privacy and peace, I will pay it. This can’t be over soon enough!
Changes…how one deals with them determines ones outlook on life. Take me for instance. I would be one crazy lady if I wasn’t flexible and able to “roll with the punches” as the methaphor says. My life has been full of changes. Some welcomed, some not so. But I try to take them in stride.
My life, these days, have brought on more changes. The move back to Corsicana to live with my mom is the biggest. Now, looking back at our decision to do this, I can admit that our plan was well thought out. Or should I say, we thought it was. The thought in itself was a good one. Move back, stay with mom for about 8 months, save money, and then move back and buy our house. Well thought out plan right. But the best planned plans usually have cracks in them too. We didn’t consider the fact that my neice, Zariah, who’s temper tantrams can put Kyndal’s to shame, would work my nerves more than I care to tell. We didn’t consider that our living arrangements, in my mom’s computer room (the casino as she calls it due to the fact that she’s downloaded every slot machine and BINGO game that she can find on her computer and spends much of her time there, but I digress) that was transferred from a garage would be an ice box during the dead of winter and we would all suffer through colds, if not pneumonia, throughout the winter season. We didn’t consider that everyone would get used to me cooking and be expecting me to do so in the evenings after our long drive home. We didn’t consider that 8 months is an AWFULLY long time to live at my mother’s house and feel comfortable the way we would like. As I said, even the most thought out plans have holes. So needless to say, we are making preparations to move back to Funkytown. I know what you are thinking. We should stick it out in order to accomplish our goals right. That we are quitters and that we didn’t give it a chance. Well, be that as it may, we are making more changes to our plan.
Now, our moving back will definitely change our timeline for buying the house. This is the part that hurts me the most, but I will have to deal with it. When I look at it objectively, removing all of my emotions and wants from the picture, I realize that it’s the best move. Instead of rushing to a house, even with a little money in savings, we need to be completely prepared this time around. We need to be able to manage every aspect of home ownership. I don’t want us to make the same mistakes that we made the first time around. So we’ve decided to move back into an apartment for about 2 years. With the cut in money that we will be able to save since we will now have bills again, this will give us a longer time to save. It will also give Seon time to get in school. Dominic will once again be a part of our family as he should be. With our current living situation, we don’t get to spend as much time with him as we’d like and I can’t get involved with his school as much as I’d like. In the end, we think this will work better for us.
Everybody goes through changes, but we can choose to let life’s changes defeat us or work to our advantage. I choose the latter.
I somehow failed to mention that today was the last day of school for WINTER BREAK! Yaayyyy!!!!
Kyndal had his first Christmas program tonight! The daycare put on a prsesentation of The Tree Trees for family and friends. And of course, my son wouldn’t be anything if he wasn’t himself. Did he stay in his place on stage and sing as he was supposed to. Absolutely not! One minute he was there, I picked my camera up and focused on his spot, get ready to snap the picture, and he’s gone! I look up and he’s standing next to his teacher and I get the impression he’s asking her to talk in the microphone that the narrator was using to tell the story cause he’s pointing and gesturing to it animatedly. We try to motion to him to go back to his place, but he flat out ignores us. Our son stands on stage, taking his reindeer antlers off – he was a reindeer in program – staring out at the audience, not singing the songs that he made us practice with him over and over and over again. Eventually he did get into the spirit. Although his place in the spotlight at the front of the stage stayed vacant, he did stand off to the side with his teacher and sing – while holding her hand most of the time. Our baby, why we thought he would do anything different, I don’t know. Kyndal will always be Kyndal. That you can take to the bank.
Kyn and Ms. Biscoe
The big entrance...(he's on the far right)
So far so good...
Jingle bells, jingle bells...
jingle...uhhh..where's Kyndal?
...there he is!!!
I want the mic!!
That's a wrap!
Where are the treats?
Time to go home
Take a look at my new baby! Isn’t she a beauty!
My honey went out and got me a late birthday/early anniversary/early Christmas/whatever else gift!!! I don’t care what it’s for, but I’m so excited! In the midst of all that’s going on, he wanted to give me something that he knew I wanted. He’s so good to me! I love you, Lovebug!
Now if only I can just figure out how to work the dang on thing!!!!
Well, Seon and I have made a drastic decision in an effort to save money. We have decided to temporary move to the Can with my mom in order to save money for the down payment on our house and to put some money in our savings account. We know this is a big step, but in order to get where we want to be financially, we are will to make this sacrifice for a few months. Our plan is to be there unti l June or July. My mom was fine with it and actually sounded kind of excited. Everyone seems to be glad that we are coming. Even Meme was understanding about our decision once we laid our plan out to her. Of course she hates to see Kyndal go, but we decided that he will continue to come to her on her usual babysitting days and that he will also continue daycare. All of the hard work that went into getting him used to school would all be in vain if we pulled him out. He really enjoys school now. That is, once he’s there. Now of course, there has to be some snags to every well thought out plan. Seon’s mom isn’t too happy with our decision. But we had to come to terms with the fact that this isn’t about his mother. It’s about bettering our family. We’re the ones making the sacrifice, so we aren’t going to worry about how others feel about it. We love her all the same, but this is what we have to do for us and our boys.
So this weekend is our last weekend in Funkytown for 8-9 months. By the time we return, our *$&% will be in order. I just hope this time will go by pretty quickly. Corsicana isn’t high on my list of places to live. But I keep chanting my mantra to myself: “It’s for the good of our family. It’s only temporary. It will be over before I know it.” Now I just have to make myself believe that!
Ho, ho, ho! It’s off to The Can we go.
