Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Grand Tour of October.

When faced with the prospect of being quite literally homeless for a month (in between home sale/home purchase), I decided we would take advantage of our time unattached to any base and begin a grand family tour. Imagine my family members' excitement upon receiving the news. Guesss what guys? Oh boy do I have a deal for you. Five Females. Suitcases. Dirty laundry. Shoes shoes and more shoes. All of this can be yours for the small, introductory price of meals/accommodations/preferably your master bedroom/free babysitting (for me, not you).
What a steal, amirrrright! If you accept now, or at least within the next five minutes I'll even throw in a toddler who will poop on your floor!

So naturally, as wise consumers with the gift of discernment, they bought in.


Three states will be covered in the month of October. It involves a lot of caffeine and house crashing and sleeping bags and school work on the go, but we're rollin' with it. I'm not particularly fond of traveling with the children by myself (Tyler has stayed behind to see to work/house duties), but I gotta say we're getting pretty used to this gig. I'm proud of the little nomads-in-the-making I have, they've learned to be pretty portable ladies. I think that is a good ingredient for an adventurous life. Don't get me wrong, I love a good, solid routine as much as the next control freak (and I am a control ffffffreak), but I think it is especially healthy for me to learn to deep breathe and do-what-I-gotta-do. Who says this can't be fun?

We're a good team, us Haack gals. In a traveling/shouting/hair pulling/seat-belt fighting/I lost my shoe!/how much longer?!/quit touching me!/ I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU LOST YOUR SHOE AGAIN/drive thru dinners/taylor swift aficionados/ kind of way.;)

Forgive the staggering amounts of photos.

{Andelin Family Farm. A must in October. We love the Andelins!}

{Melt my heart, that face. My thoughtful, imaginative Lundy girl. Every now and then you snap a photo and realize it somehow miraculously captured a tiny glimmer of their real essence. My favorite.}

{The return of the floppy hat for fall. Praise the heavens, something to cover my greasy hair.}

{Spooky FHE night with the fam}

{Gamma came up with some pretty awesome DIY crafts and treats for the kids}

{Emerson was thoroughly spooked while Disney's Haunted Mansion soundtrack played in the background for the evening. My cute baby.}

{Afternoon nap with Pop}

{Emerson's daily escape to the barn below. Within a hot second this kid bolts for the outermost edges of the land. She has been found multiple times IN the corral WITH the horse. EEEEEEk!}

{Friends arrive for the Annual Caramel Apple Bob!}

{This is going to be a random tangent into Rae's brain, because I have no time and am too lazy for my posts to be remotely cohesive or even in flow. Heck, I don't even remember the rules of grammar after all these years of disobeying them. And since this space is all over the map anyhow I figured I'd give myself permission to interject whenever I so please. It's time for a moment of pure sappy.

 I love the women in my life. Beautiful, real souls. It is like a big, warm hug for my insides to see them. This trip in particular was so nice. I really got to spend some quality time with a few friends who I've longed to sit and chat with. It's such a rare treat, and so often when I am back in the home-town I hate that I don't get to see certain faces. Faces which are pretty much forever imprinted on my heart and mind. After years of living in one place, it is hard to come back and have only a week. I love too many people! It's a great problem to have!
But truly. I kinda freak out at how many good women surround me. I mean, people, I got a good Mom (now that's a BIG deal)! A wonderful mother in-law (or mother-in-love, as she sweetly calls me her daughter-in-love)! I have the best sisters (by blood and marriage)! I have great grandmas, aunts, and cousins! I have met the most amazing women at church, outside of church, attending college, working in the community! So lately I am just feeling a little bonkers and grateful and "My God, How Great Thou Art"-ish when I think about it.}

{Tangent has run its course. Proceed.}

{ The caramel was an epic FAIL. I didn't use sweetened condensed milk and the result was rock solid caramel that could kill someone. Dentist bills are being forwarded by friends already.}

And that's a wrap for NV! 

Next stop, The City!

Monday, October 20, 2014


Welcome to our front porch!

It feels like its been a million years since we initiated the long process of trying to buy this house, but as of today it is complete. This is our new home.

{insert: SSSSSSSCCCCCrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!!!!}

We have some work that has to be done at the outset. We won't be moving in for a few more weeks. And I haven't wanted to share much on the blog because I'm a nervous nellie and ridiculously superstitious and convinced that I would jinx the whole thing. 

Have I mentioned this is our FIFTH home? In ten years? A yei yei. I'll spare you the back-story. Let's just say we have a fondness for the ever shifting real estate market and paperwork and closing fees.;)

But there is something markedly different about this house as compared to all the others. For starters, it has over 100 years of home ownership history. There are probably ghosts all up in the hizzie. That's fine by me. The neighborhood/house vibe was really good so they must be nice ghosts is what I figure. And this house had a little chunk of my soul in it before we even made an offer.  Imagine that! It was like I stepped onto the front {dying} lawn for the first time and beheld the splendor enveloped by its massive trees and suddenly my heart was like there you are where have you been hiding for so long WE ARE MAKING AN OFFER RIGHT NOW. And as a completely unrelated yet entirely related tangential aside, there was another house right before this house that did the exact same thing. The "I discovered missing bits of my soul" sort of thing, right on its front lawn. Only we didn't end up getting that house. Sigh, it's a story for another day. A sad, tragic, tale of woe that involved good ghosts and Anne of Green Gables apparitions and plenty of nervous nellie superstitions and some sort of jinx that I still can't quite figure.

But! It did have a happy ending (i.e, our new newest old house!). Is this making any sense? No.

Moving on.

I have enjoyed every place we've lived, and I'm a firm believer that any, and I mean ANY house or apartment or trailer or condo or mansion or tree-fort can be made a home with care and attention. But this one is MY type. I want all of the work to be thoughtful and well planned and functional. We are taking our time with this home. This one is special.

We are just beginning the journey, and it's going to be one heck of a labor of love. Probably a very, vvvery long labor of love. But I'm smitten and grateful and excited. 

{Lily and I going over some ideas for the girls' room. It mostly involves her hating my ideas and me refusing her pleas for neon lights and futons.}

{Tyler demonstrating his signature charm}

{I won't be providing a full house tour right now. I want to save those photos for the before/afters eventually. But I want you to see this magical hallway with the door, one of my favorite little features of this house.}

{Tyler and I hashing out plans. Do I look bossy?}

{One of the things Tyler and I are already battling a little over is what to do about our block side fence. I love it just as it is. It's like the entrance to our secret garden/side yard. Tyler wants to do something different. Vote Rae's idea!}

Thanks for sharing in the journey with us, friends.

Here we go!