love grows best...

the ground where we got married at the gallivan center

mr plott and i are very lucky. we purchased a home a year and a half before we were married. we worked long and hard to make the 1950's house a home. we re-did everything from top to bottom, inside and out.

i love our home. i love that it reflects us. i love to look at it and remember working side by side to get the project done.

however

with 2 of my 3 sisters looking into new places to live it has made me want to jump on the band wagon. a fresh start in a new place could be so fun. i would love re-decorating, picking new color pallets. it would be nice to have more space. we have a huge yard, with a huge garage, but the house itself is small. i would love to have an office. more than one bathroom. an actual laundry room. more storage. the list could go on.

i look at homes for sale in my price range and daydream.

but i would miss this little place. i have too many memories here. it is my home.

i don't think a week has passed that i have not had these lyrics in my head:

you know, love grows best in little houses,
with fewer walls to separate,
where you eat and sleep so close together.
you can't help but communicate,
oh, and if we had more room between us,
think of all we'd miss.
love grows best, in houses just like this.

(and even though my name is not sue, and i am not having twins this part of the song makes me giggle! we can still pass each other in the hall...for now!)

oh, happy day, when the news came in
but what to do, when they found out sue was having twins.
when they could not pass each other in the hall,
well, sue would smile and say: "this place is really, really small."

mom had these lyrics from doug stone hanging on her fridge quite a few years ago. they were true there, love did grow best in small spaces. even though most of us have grown and moved away, we always go back to our first home and enjoy the hours spent there.

those words are true now. mr. plott and i have very few moments that are not spent in the same room as each other. we like it that way. i can't help but smile to myself when i think of how close we have become. we'll be staying here for quite a while still and letting our love grow in our own little house.

hoping for a sturdy bridge

( bridge in thermopolis wy september 2009)

remember the saying "we'll cross that bridge when we come to it"? well, that bridge is now only 12 weeks away. to me that is awful close, in just the blink of an eye we will have a little boy ruling the plott house hold.
i feel guilty.
i don't properly show my excitement when i talk about being pregnant, like i should. i don't act thrilled about this precious little guy coming into my world, like i should. i don't gush about baby stuff and mommy stuff, like i should.
i am very happy, but for some reason every time i open my mouth all my doubts come out. i am a ball of worry. i worry about him being 7 and crashing his bike. i worry about him being 10 and passing his spelling tests. i worry about him being 16 and learning to drive. i worry about everything from broken bones to broken hearts.
i have moments where i am so thrilled i am just silly with giddiness. then reality sets in and anxiety pulls up a chair to hang out in my chest, well, it's anxiety or heartburn.
my goal for the next 12 weeks will be to take it all in. i want to live in this moment and enjoy the kicks reminding me he's there. i want to enjoy putting together the nursery, picking out tiny outfits for him, and finding that perfect stroller for all our summer walks. i want to set aside all the worry because once again "we'll cross that bridge when we get there".

life changing...

coming june 2010

olay!

dear oil of olay,
i thought you were a tad more grown up.
as much as i love the smell and feel of a particular shower lotion of yours; i cannot look past the fact that you have included glitter.
~ really?~
i'm 26 for pete sake! (who is "pete" anyway?)
i live in enough glitter as is. (work is covered with it, like a fairy drops by every night and dusts glitter everywhere.)
i will finish out this bottle, cause it was all of 3 bucks, but next time i may have to experiment with something a little less sparkly.

*don't get me wrong, i love sparkly things like diamonds, clean windows, even freshly washed cars, just not me.

Sincerely,
mrs. plott (yes, i'm the one with the sparkly gleam over here.)