Dirty secrets revealed

We've been lucky enough to custom build our last two homes.  We got exactly what we wanted and used the space efficiently.  That's not exactly the case in our apartment now.  Too many bathrooms, no basement or large laundry room, and a kitchen the size of a postage stamp (did I mention that?) but we are trying to call it home for this short time.  Less than three months to go!

 

However, committing to a place for an interim period changes ones' perspective of "home" a bit.  We had some intention to hang artwork as well as desperately wanting to not look at cardboard boxes sitting around, so we unpacked all of our pictures.  This is as far as they have gotten.

 

 

Now that we are more than a quarter of the way through our time here it seems like a moot point to bother finding the hammer and nails.  So this is our new art display.  I'm sure it's stylish in some decorating magazine?!

 

We have a full bathroom downstairs that we won't be showering in but no place to put the cat food (so that the dog doesn't get to it) and no where to hang laundry.  Voila!

 

 

Cat food in the bathtub and shower rod to hang up laundry.  Hopefully I will always remember to stash my bras before company comes over.

 

I've come to the realization that there are some boxes that I just will not be unpacking.  I don't have the time, energy, or desire to try and find a place for this... well, crap.  Such as most of the items in this box:

 

I'm thinking that I can make it the next few months without the items in there.  Possibly the rest of my life.

 

We've also made a new discovery.  Apparently our children don't need beds to sleep in.  Or bedrooms for that matter.  Closets seem to be the desired sleeping quarters for the Williams' kids.  I don't know why, but that's one battle I'm not going to bother fighting!

 

I guess now that you know all of our dirty little secrets I can invite you over for dinner!

Mothering instinct

Cadence is obsessed with babies.  She has been for as long as I can remember.  As soon as she spots a stroller she's yanking on my hand to "see the baby" (which she adorably pronounces 'bee-bee').  She mothers her baby dolls unlike either of my other girls ever did.  She spends a lot of time dressing her babies, feeding them, cleaning them.  Heaven forbid that I accidentally drop one of them!

 

We have talked about Sierra and Laurel growing in my belly but that I grew Cadence in my heart.  She seems to like that, but all she has talked about lately is growing a baby in her belly.  She says that she might grow one in her heart too, but she wants "lots of babies in her belly."  It's very sweet and I love to see her motherly instinct.  She did ask me the other day why her first mommy couldn't take care of her.  Cadence is so inquisitive and analytical, but I was a bit surprised to be fielding these questions when she is four.  I hope, though, that the sooner we talk about things like this the more she will come to understand and accept her story.

 

I do love to see, though, that despite her background, however she "makes a baby" her mothering instinct is deeply rooted.