This backyard holds so many memories. Sitting under our shade tree having a cold drink after work and fantasizing about future vacations and what our children might look like. Pushing my babies in the infant swing that my sister Joelle gave us that hangs from my favorite tree, it's still out there hanging.
Finn being our first child I was so paranoid and he almost never got dirty. It sorta fits him though. Colum being our second LOVED being outside more than anything. Every time a door was opened he would immediately get that mischievous grin while trying to plan his escape to the wide open spaces, only to be (most of the time) turned down and whimper in disappointment. I let him get dirty. He'd frequently find the lawn mower in the backyard turned over on it's side and he would lift one hand off the ground and turn the wheel. This turning of the lawnmower wheel would entertain him for a good 5 minutes before he'd start picking up small rocks and giving them a quick taste before throwing them. Sometimes he'd find a hose that had a very small amount of water still running through it and this was I dare say his favorite. We'd let him get sopping wet, mud running from his mouth, sticks and grass clenched tightly in his grip.
There's a chair downstairs that he was just barely tall enough to climb up on, it would take him a while but he'd get so excited when he finally made his way on top of it. He'd look over at us, huge grin on his proud beautiful face, looking at us eye to eye. He'd get down just to try and get back up again. He was doing this nightly right before he died. Right before he died he would awaken in a foul mood from his late afternoon nap. He would whine and cry nonstop...I'm 90% sure he was getting some big teeth in he was always teething, he probably had all of his teeth in when he died. Nothing we did seemed to change his mood and it was difficult. I would hide somewhere. Ryan is good and takes the reigns with the kids when he gets home so I could breathe. Right before Christmas Eve I remember he would suddenly stop crying. It would get so quiet that I would crawl out of my hiding spot just to make sure everything was okay. Colum would be in his highchair dinner in front of him, and he'd be concentrating so hard, for Ryan had given him his very own spoon/fork. He wouldn't even look up when I walked into the kitchen because he'd be concentrating so hard.
I love this house. When we bought it, I thought we'd live here for 2 years maximum. But here we are 12 years later. We've gutted a lot of it. Added more layers of paint to the walls. We brought home our babies to this house. But it's time to move on. It's time to say goodbye to this little cottage and move closer to the big city. Finn and Colum were the perfect distance apart in age to share a tiny room but now when we have another baby (hopefully this year fingers & toes crossed) we just don't think that will go over so well.
Honestly, I've been fantasy house shopping for about 5-6 years. I crave adventure and need change. I fantasize about moving to South America and having a fish taco stand in a VW bus and home schooling my kids and surfing at sunrise. I fantasize about living on a farm and making home made everything and selling our goods at farmer's markets. I fantasize about living in a loft in a big city and not owning cars because we can just take a train. I, like Colum am secretly trying to plan my escape every time a door is opened, I want to explore the wide open spaces.
On Friday, a For Sale sign was placed in our front yard. We are ready. It's time. We are moving only about 30 minutes away to Salt Lake City but I'm beyond excited. There's a few houses I have my eye on that have a French immersion Elementary school. So many new restaurants to try, oh how I love discovering new restaurants. Learning a new neighborhood excites me.
I know when we are packing up I will bawl my eyes out until they are swollen shut, but a new chapter awaits. This house, these walls, will always have a special place in my heart. I will miss walking out to the backyard where Colum had his many adventures & Finn caught his first baseball, but I will take those memories with me. They are the foundation for more wonderful memories to come, and I can't wait!
|Finn drinking water in our backyard shortly before Colum was born. He would drink so much water it actually had us very worried.|
|Finn's first time in a swing at my parents house. He would laugh and laugh. My sister remembered she still had hers and gave it to me.|
|My bald blue eyed angel hanging out in his bouncer.|
|The swing hanging from our tree. He let me put sunglasses on him. Notice his face against the blanket, typical Colum, he loved soft things.|
|'I just woke up from my nap and just ate my dinner face'. He was so grumpy it was hilarious. I remember we were carving pumpkins as a family for the first time when this pic was taken.|