redux, for a nap that wasn't taken.

i guess there are just melancholy people (i being one of them). it really hasn't mattered where i was at in life, i have always been, in some way, trying to change the situation. the past three/four years have certainly been the best, but certainly not the easiest. in the beginning it's all lovey-dovey, and now it's appreciation, and who is going to change F's diaper? and oy, the lentil soup is burning! somehow i am surprised every morning when the kitchen is a mess and i have to clean it all over again. i guess it's a purposeful mess. i'm still not the kind of housewife that feels somehow called or destined to be a housewife. you know? some women are just good at it. they thrive on it.

i am not that woman.

you can say, woman up. it's about time to be satisfied. and i would say that i am, and that i don't take M for granted. or the toddler who is in my lap as i type this kissing me over and over and telling the baby, "hello! lub you! bye-bye! See you 'ater!"

the moving venture. i wish it wasn't so hard. we went and talked to our priest about it, who seemed to be on team Pittsburgh, because it is so Orthodox and because it is cheap, even given my concerns about my family (i am worried to leave my very sick mother). he said i could always come down and stay with my parents if they needed me. so true. but then, is it senseless, the move? we both love Frederick for it's small-town feel, walkability, great public schools, grandparents, and jobsjobsjobs, but is it worth the cost? there is no job that i could get up there that would cover the cost of daycare for 2 kids. holy crap daycare up there is $$$$. and besides, i like being home with them while they are small.

i don't know, but our dining room is filling up with boxes that i've been packing these past few months and i have no plans of unpacking them anytime soon.

every weekend is busy. nashville one weekend, pumpkins the next, J's wedding this weekend, Russian Fest the next. i'm looking forward to some quiet, you know, after our month-long journey to MD/PA in December. quiet before the new-little-baby storm.

i am sure to post something lengthy after the wedding tomorrow, being held in the little Baptist Church i grew up in.

some pictures from Nashville, too cute not to share:

the kids with the chickens.
our godson, Job.
Rachel, Flannery being a nut, Jobbie, and Zack/Ephraim


the dudes walking the kids to the park.