Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Stop This Train

Stop this train
I want to get off and go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

In case you don't recognize it, this is a John Mayer song that mirrors how I feel life is right now. 

Last week I swear I was playing with my dolls in my upstairs room, then all of the sudden I was living in a dorm and taking off on overseas adventures. Last Friday I met this great guy and got married. And yesterday we had a baby.

Sometimes, like I think we all do, I wish I could close my eyes for a few hours and go back to that idyllic childhood time of make believe and adventures stored up in our heads.

But then I open my eyes and find different adventures.

I'm the dragon growling and crawling on my hands and knees chasing the princess instead of fighting the dragon (I was never waiting to be rescued in my daydreams). We explore new and exciting places like...under the bed! And splitting a shrimp platter with the love of my life in an empty Red Robin is a perfect date.

I know everyone feels like this at some point. All I can do is take massive amounts of pictures and write these thoughts down and try to treasure them as much as possible.

Two weeks ago Matt's parents drove out here from Northern California and got to spend almost two weeks with us (and Tatum. OK, mostly Tatum).  We so enjoyed them being here, and Tatum recognized them instantly and was so comfortable with them quickly from all the Skype dates.

We went to the zoo the day before Father's Day...and what may be the last cloudy day in awhile!

Tatum was definitely a Daddy's girl that weekend...

Much to Daddy's delight...

On Father's Day we managed to get one picture where we were all looking at the camera and smiling at the same time. We headed to church...but Tatum only made it through worship in the nursery and then her name flashed on the big screen to the right of the stage. I think she's only made it through two church services without having a meltdown in the nursery...

After getting kicked out of nursery we girls headed home and let the rest enjoy the service. We had work to do. I whipped out some blank cards and ink and after a lot of trial and error (and blue ink EVERYWHERE) we managed to finish our Father's Day cards for Daddy, Poppie and Grandpa.

Yes I stole the idea from Pinterest.

Grandma did bath duty while she was here. (I don't think she minded)

Tatum and Grandpa were basically wrapped around each other's little fingers.

And I thought I'd show you were we are with the living room by now.

Here's the BEFORE

What these pictures fail to convey is the pink undertone of the room. It used to be...wait for it...burnt sienna. Yup, durn near ORANGE. We could see bits of it behind outlet covers and the like. So I think the last owners wanted to go tan...but maybe only did one coat. So the whole think has this pinkish muddy hue that was quite depressing.

A little work...

Okay, a LOT of work...

And it finally started feeling light and airy and homey.

Things are still in progress. I snagged the two gold chairs for $50 (for both) from a thrift store, the top of the bookcases is still a holding ground for unused decor, and there's a healthy amount of toys usually strewn about the place.

My birthday present this year is Matt got the picture he gave me last year right before Tatum's birth framed. I'm so excited to get it back and put it in its rightful place over the fireplace!

All the news for now, I've got to stop dilly-daddling and get to work!

1 comment:

  1. Yes my sweet baby girl.... Last week you were playing with dolls in your Mary Englebright room upstairs, then all of the sudden you were living in a dorm and taking off on overseas adventures. Before I could catch my breath you met this great guy and got married into a wonderful family of Believers. And what seems like yesterday you had a baby girl of your own who is the joy and rejoicing of my heart. Can't wait for the next blink ... we are greatly blessed.

    Thank you for another amazing heart wrenching post.

    love you,

    Yo Momma