Stephan has spent every spare moment of the last couple of months fixing up the little house next door to my parents...the one that Levi and I lived in before Stephan and I got married. It needed a fence, new floors in two rooms, fresh paint in three, and trim in all of the rooms. Now it needs a good scrub down, and it will be ready!
The plan is to move there, so Stephan can finish fixing up our current house (without kiddos underfoot). Once that is squared away, we'll start working on building our own house...with our own hands. And, by "our hands" I, of course, mean Stephan's hands. Levi is certain that he will play a very big role in this whole house building thing as well. The kid has big plans for wielding a hammer and saw.
Not too surprisingly, moving has me super stressed and occasionally panicked. I'm trying to keep in mind that this is all good and exciting....even though it doesn't feel like it right this minute.
One box at a time.
I can do this.