tuesday letters

Dear Pink Eye,
I'm not sure who invited you here, but you're most definitely not welcome. And you infected my poor, sweet baby that doesn't know why she can't rub her eyes when they itch. {Can we talk about how not fun it is to put eyedrops in a toddler's eyes? It took two of us, on top of her. Can we just put it in a spray bottle and spray her face? Hope some of it makes it in?}

Dear Emmerson, 
Since moving to Arkansas, you've successfully caught a stomach virus, nasty cold, and now pink eye. So far, you've sweetly shared everything with me. Let's keep the last one to your self, please. This sharing is not caring.

Dear Direct TV,
Thank you for taking five-evers to hook everything up in the house, resulting in Husband having to stay home this morning. Emmerson and I needed more time with our favorite man.

Dear Pinterest,
If you could magically make all my pins appear in my closet or house, that'd be great. Oh, and for free. Thanks.

Dear Mi Casitas,
You don't understand how much of a God-thing you really are. {Y'all, listen. This small, cozy Mexican restaurant is LITERALLY feet away from the church doors. It's smack in the middle of 2 of our parking lots AND next door to our youth building. If you know me AT ALL, you know that was my first sign that God wanted us here. And all His people said, "amen."}

Happy Tuesday, guys!

quick little update from arkansas

The poor, sweet Arkansas people probably think I never do my hair, since it's looked like this preeeetty much everyday. 

(Minus Emmerson's hair bow, that was all I had at the time. Although, it does spruce up the look, eh?)

I promise, I do my hair sometimes. 

Well, scratch that. 

I do my hair occasionally. 

Okay, so maybe not.

But it's not always a messy bun, I tend to lean on the "messy but fancy" side. 

Mancy? 

I digress.

I know, I know. I promised an update like a week ago and....nada.

To say life has been crazy for the last month would be an understatement.

BUT, crazy in a good/awesome/wouldn't-have-it-any-other-way way. 

(Hence the messy bun.)

After living with the most amazing family for 3 weeks (we're basically related at this point) we finally moved into our house (last week!) 

We spent the week prior doing werk.werk.werk.werkwerk.

Cleaning.

Scraping painted popcorn off all 1900 sq. ft of ceilings.

Painting all ceilings, doors, and trims white (2 coats!)

Painting all 3 bedroom, 2 bath, living room, office, dining room, kitchen, 2 hallway, and laundry room walls light grey.

Cleaning (again.)

And then moving in.

Last Sunday night was our first night in and we practically fell asleep putting Emmerson in her crib.

Like, move over girl. 

Mama needs "night night" too.

Now that the majorly time consuming things are finished, we can focus on smaller weekend projects.

Although, living in a "work in progress" house stresses.me.out.

I like things done.

And unpacked.

And organized.

But this is our (hopefully) forever home and we want everything to be juuuust right.

(Catch that, God? Please...no more moving?)

Ha. Like that's ever worked.

So, no more promises of updates.

I'll just post on the house when I post on the house.

You get what you get and you don't pitch a fit.

But really, one day (hopefully soonish) I'll have at least 1 room done and ready for the big reveal. 

(If you follow me on Instagram, you've seen some glimpses.)

All of this is my hot mess way of saying:

We're here.

We love it.

It's home.

Oh! And! Something big is about to happen and I can't wait for it to be ready for the world. 

(NOPE, not pregnant.)

P.S. I missed you, blog world. Boy have we got a lot to catch up on.