Mama of 2 P's in a Pod

16 weeks tomorrow. I know I may seem a little crazy by counting the weeks, but our lives have changed. We are not home and sometimes the counting keeps me from going insane, well kind of. There is progress. Cabinets and countertops ordered, sheet rock is going up later this week and we have begun the process of ordering appliances and furniture. So things are moving after a small standstill. The time has been quick but it also feels like time has been standing still. It has been nice getting to know Kris' parents and the girls getting to know their grandparents, but we are all ready to go home. Thankfully our girls are busy, which may seem a little too busy to some, but its the life we know and better to busy and out of the way. Plus, I think it helps the girls keep their minds off the fire. I've noticed when we have some down time, they start to think about what was lost. I know the transition into the house will be bittersweet. Just looking at pictures from directly after th...

Summer is in full swing. Given, the first actual day of summer isn't until this Saturday, but we are in the midst of enjoying it. Lots of ball games, lots of activities and lots of busyness. The girls are enjoying their ball season. And after a totally out of our element soccer tryout debacle, they have landed on a new team, together. What a strange experience. I will leave it at that. So far, the new coach and families seem great. Not as competitive and more understanding of other activities, which is what we wanted to begin with. Little P had her dance recital this past weekend. She took just one class at a new studio and loved it. I think rather than hip hop next year, she has her eyes set on tap. Big P is hinting at joining her. I like the idea of rounding out their activities. May have to get a second job to make that happen. Kidding. Well, maybe. Kris has a big interview tomorrow for an investigator spot. I think it would be a great fit for him. He has the desire to ...

It's been almost 3 months. And while I try to act like that time doesn't consume my thoughts, it does creep in during the quiet moments. Thankfully, we are in the middle of softball season, which has been tournament after tournament. But little reminders do pop up. Like getting what clothes they could salvage from the fire. They're sitting in stacks in the front room here at Kris' parent's home, still in plastic and screaming at me to sort them. So many of the girls items are outgrown. So many of the items from my own closet, hardly worn. So I will sort through, and save what we love and can't live without, the rest we will pay forward. But the task is a little overwhelming. And a reminder of what we did lose. Not each other, no thank heavens. But more than we could even remember on most days. Today, I felt the need to run my fingers across Higbee's ears. Last night I was told that big P feels she should have been able to save him, while little P keeps dream...