Disapointment

Disappointment. It can leave such a deep ache for something that was thought to be attainable. That is how I felt when a call came telling us that our family will not be moving to New Mexico.

I can't be upset with the cause of our rejection. Sean. When he was born our family was placed on a program to make sure he got all his medical needs taken care of. We were aware that this would hinder us from moving place to place as the military is wont to do unless there were specific hospitals that could take care of Sean. In March we were notified that we would report to a new base no later then the end of June. Two weeks ago my husband had to take Sean before a review board that inquired about all his medical needs. Then came the wait. Since this would have been our first move with children we didn't see any medical problems standing in our way. I didn't doubt for a moment that we wouldn't get to move because Sean has been a healthy little boy. We do have speech and physical therapy every six months to check up on his progress. He also has to get his thyroid level checked every few months as well.

Fourteen days later we were rejected.

I wanted to be angry. Mostly for everything we've done to get ready for this move. It's pointless because now we don't know where we stand.  Will my husband be sent to New Mexico without us? Will we getting a new base to PCS to, or will we be forced to stay here? Being in this limbo with no answers is driving us crazy.

This is just one of many pictures I've taken of our home. Usually my counters are much more cluttered. This could be a show home. Way too clean.

Until we have our answers the plan is to keep going as if we are moving.

My boo-boo

The months have flown since I last posted. I want to blame it on the late nights or the never ending housework. Maybe it was all the books on my to-read list on Goodreads or my projects that I start and stop and start again. The truth is I didn't keep my promise when it came to letting my family in the know. Keeping in touch when we live two thousand miles apart has been difficult for me when I let other things dictate my days. I want to start over. I will start over.

I don't have a picture where he doesn't cheese like this.

My little baby, Kade, just had his one year birthday in March. Everyday he changes so much. I could do without his little tempers. He seems to be giving me a taste of the terrible twos to come. 

Giving Mommy a few peaceful moments.

Sean is changing a lot, too. When he was born we had no idea the steps it would take to get where we are today. All the therapy he's had and doctors appointments didn't bring any of us down. Every day he amazes me with how smart and sweet he is.

granny square

My most recent project. A baby blanket for our newest addition. Yep in about six months we will have a fifth member of the Bigger Family. If you're wondering, yes we were trying, but I did not think it would happen a few months before Kade turned one. After Josh and I were married it took two years before we had Sean and three years for Kade.

This has been the year of happenings. First we fond out about the new baby, and now we recieved orders to move. It's been a long time coming. We came to Washington in the fall of 2006 and almost six years later we finally get to move on. I am so excited. With less than 60 days to get our home in order I am getting nervous. Change. Such a scary word. We're ready for this new adventure now.