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on the move again

Selling a house, children, and easy. Which of these don’t belong?

Actually, I’m certain none of them go together.

I was eight-ish months pregnant with our oldest six years ago when we started house hunting wanting to get out of our starter house where the paint had barely begun to dry on the new nursery. We ended up moving when she was seven months old. And then we put our next house on the market when I was six-ish months pregnant with our second two years later. We showed it 49 times. I remember because I cried after we failed to get offers after every one of them. And then, miraculously, while I was in the hospital giving birth, we had competing offers and ended up selling it for full asking price … sight unseen. No worries, I sure enjoyed cleaning it 49 times and all that painting and prep I did for all of the people who saw it but didn’t buy it. We moved into our current home when our middle babe was three weeks old, and then later had our youngest.

Now, we are doing it again. I’m currently 28 weeks pregnant with our fourth child, and we just listed our house. Thus far, all of our children have come home to a different place. Yes, we may have partially lost our minds.

Why? Everyone is asking. We love most everything about our house. The short answer – we want to simplify. We’re about to have four little kids six and under. While we want them to learn about farm life, responsibility and work, we also want to have time and energy to give them instead of an old house, an inground pool, seven barns and 10 acres to mow and landscape.

I also believe that God’s been working on breaking down my home as an idol in my heart. I love to decorate and bring beauty into our home. But I’ve also learned that where the grass is greener on the other side of the white picket fence, I’ve just had to mow more. While in the process of deciding whether or not we should sell, where we should go, and whether or not we should build our next house, I came across this passage from Amos.

I will tear down the winter house along with the summer house; the houses adorned with ivory will be destroyed and the mansions will be demolished,” declares the Lord.

As in whatever house we go to isn’t any more permanent than these last three have been. As much as I adore a pretty kitchen, 10-foot ceilings and my coveted copper farmhouse sink, these things aren’t my hope or lasting home. Or rather, they shouldn’t be.

Plus, I’m holding out hope that if we sell our house and taste a little bit of freedom, Matt will oblige me and take me somewhere where there is a shorter no winter. A girl can always dream. 😉

Here’s a little before/after tour of the work we’ve done to our ‘dollhouse.’ It also has a new roof, is freshly insulated, many of the appliances have been updated, there is now some landscaping, and some other things that don’t have to do with decorating (so I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention) have been done. If you want to buy it so we can move sometime between my current state of exhaustion and the sleeplessness that comes with taking care of a newborn, please do. 🙂

Now … on to the next project … whatever that may be!

when hollywood calls

You know where they do movie prop scouting? On Craigslist. You know how I know this? Because Hollywood called my husband last week, wanting to rent a tractor for a commercial.

It was a typical night at our house – I was cleaning up the table with little squirt at my side while Matt got the girls ready for bed. His phone rang and I saw the caller ID said ‘California’ so I ignored it thinking it was a spammer.

After finally getting everyone in bed for at least the third time, he listened to his voicemail.

“Blah, blah, I saw your ad on Craigslist (typical), and I’m a freelance film producer from L.A. looking to rent something like what we saw in your ad for $500 per day for a minimum of 3 days, plus any incidentals,” (atypical, very).


But to make this story even more hilarious, I have to start at the beginning.

It started last fall, when I overheard my sweet hubby on the phone “What kind of motor/flywheel/(insert word unknown to me) does it need?” “Can we pull it out with a chain?” “How much to truck it here?”

At this point, I was really not even remotely interested in anything he was saying. I honestly thought he was talking about his company Ranger/soil sampler that he got stuck in somebody’s field. While I was off doing something more interesting than listening to him talk about things stuck in the mud, he got off the phone cussing.

“I can’t believe I just said that out loud. I’ve been texting this guy and didn’t think before talking on the phone and now you know that I’m getting you a tractor for Christmas.”

Um, what?!

As it turns out, he was planning to get me a Farmall A for Christmas because (there is a reason …) when we got married, we rode in to our reception on my brother’s Farmall B (and as I type this, I realize how redneck it sounds, but we were rustic barn wedding cool before rustic barn weddings were cool).


As it turns out, B’s are more expensive than A’s (who knew?). After trying to find a reasonably-priced B to have around our farm for romantic memories sake and for the kids to learn to drive on, he found not one, but three tractors on Craigslist that needed a motor/flywheel/part thing and were stuck in the mud somewhere. Ever financially diligent as he is, he figured it was a three-for-one deal and he could sell the other two to give me not just a Christmas tractor, but a free Christmas tractor. I love that man.

Not that I didn’t appreciate the gesture, (I really did. And I ended up with another more everyday practical Christmas present since he spilled the beans on the tractor.) but we still have two tractors in our barn. And because I like money more than I like tractors, I suggested, and then suggested more strongly that he sell one of the tractors. Ultimately, he decided to sell the A and keep the H (clever namethinkers men who make tractors are). And that is how we ended up in contract negotiations with someone over a tractor and a commercial set.

Sadly, they ended up going a different direction with the commercial. The producer thought our tractor was ‘cute’ but they thought their $500/day plus incidentals was better served renting a brand new $100,000 tractor, not one that had previously been stuck in the mud and sold as part of a ‘tractor enthusiasts dream lot of three.’

So now, Matt has decided to tear apart the tractor (to fix another … flywheel?) and (maybe) keep it. Because, hey, maybe someday our kids will want to race tractors as a hobby, and for that, you need at least two.

Ps – If you or anyone you know would like to purchase/rent/lease this fine piece of machinery, call me at my number during the day. I’ll make you a deal. And you don’t even have to be famous.