Two Weeks In.

We have laid our heads on the farm now for just over two weeks.  In many ways it seems as if it has been two years, and in others, just two minutes.  Perhaps it was the busyness of the renovation-on-steriods that we undertook or maybe just the busyness of the holiday season, but life has slowed.  Everything is slower here.  One of the first things I noticed was how slowly the washer fills.  My get-it-all-done-in-a-split-second personality should be really annoyed.  And yet, I have found it kind of peaceful.  Sounds weird, but every time that water starts to fill at its turtle pace, I take a deep breath.  Never minding the fact that I walked through an entire basement of blue geese wallpaper to get to the laundry room.  Someday those babies will fly south, someday.  The other day, Ona and I busted out new markers and I asked her to draw what she likes about "the tire swing house" (what she calls the farm).  This is what we came up with together.

If there was one thing as of late that made my heart sing, it was this.  The orange circle-ish type drawing is the tire swing (I could have guessed that one), the brown is our old barn in the back that we hung Christmas lights on, and the red is Ila's room.  She said, "Daddy is singing in Ila's room."  The blue (her new favorite) is her room, where she said her and I were talking.  She wanted to draw the sun, because she said it was sunny here.  And the Christmas tree, well, that is where the presents were.  The purple may just be my favorite.  She said that the purple was a, "dance party in the kitchen with mommy, daddy, Ila, and me."  It was so awesome to catch a small glimpse into what she thinks is great about a place.  And you know, I think I like the very same things.  We are just starting to get the itch to work on a few new projects.  Our bedroom is a hot mess of color samples, mint green paint, and dry wall patchwork.  We are hoping to get a jump on painting that this late afternoon.  The past week, though, we have been playing catch up.  Like, who builds gingerbread houses nine days into January?

Ding, ding, ding!  The funny thing is, she calls it a gingerbread boy house.  Kills me. 

She insisted on wearing her blue butterfly wings and  eating way to much frosting.

The green tape is for a little project we have up our sleeves.  Eeek!  It has been a good two weeks.  I mean, this face sort of says it all.

Happy weekend!!