Thinking back to the timeline and goals we had back in July…it feels both like a blink and a lifetime ago. Even if everything had fallen into place perfectly – and to be fair, far more has worked out then gone awry – my idyllic picture of the last couple weeks before month nine spent getting to know our new home was just that…idyllic.
Romantic.
Highly unlikely.
I knitted my way through the third trimester with Isla but for this baby I stacked firewood, tiled a hearth and spread grass seed. Hovered and fretted like a broody hen while Scott and Michelle did the heavy lifting around the property. Tried to squeeze in as much one-on-one time with Miss Isla as possible before three becomes four.
The tarps are in place and the wood stoves are going. Every day it looks less like a temporary tent town and more like a home. A place for kids to grow up, a barn to be raised, a cabin to be built. All in good time.
For now, this version of nesting – comforted by neatly stacked firewood and the first shoots of grass instead of knitting needles and yarn – will have to get me through.
Four more weeks to go, Baby 2.
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Can I just say, you guys are rad! What you are doing is so inspiring. I just stumbled upon the blog and will be reading up. I am very curious exactly how you guys were able to make this happen. I have been telling my husband that I want to start a commune, but getting going seems impossible. Thank you for posting your journey