Time is running out to see my two little girls running down the halls of our very first home. I love to hear them conversing (mostly fighting) in the playroom. Some of my best phrases are: "Julie, do you want to go play in my room?" and "Jules! Noooo! Stop pulling my hair!" and "Ok Juju, you wear this hat and I'll wear this dress, ok Juju?" And from Julianna: "Uuuuhh-oooh." "Pup Pup" "Beellll-uuuh....Bell-uh?"
I hope these days do not fade quickly from my memory. The days our family of four all slept in one bedroom-Julianna in her pack-in-play (or our bed) and Isabella on her toddler cot (or our bed). The days we do not have to climb stairs to crawl into bed. The days where their bedrooms were just additional play rooms.
We have been busy packing up the house little by little. We take breaks. We take breaks a lot. Our breaks last longer than our non-breaks. Hmph. I hate moving. I hate packing and i hate unpacking. I hate being so excited about the next big chapter in our lives only to be depressed about our lives changing once the time nears.