I am sure every mother can relate to the sentiment that time flies, especially when you have a newborn. Twinkie celebrated his six month birthday a few weeks ago. I cannot even believe that it was six months ago that we were taking him home from the hospital. Now he’s a sitting up, solid food eating machine. And he has done marvelously living through the construction noise of Ozzie. Thankfully, it is just because he does not know any different.
Ok, ok, ok. I know. I am terrible at this. But, in an effort to keep this blog alive, I am going to continue Ozzie’s story where I left off…
… if you, my loyal reader, can remember way back to my latest blog, you will recall that we were given the Green Light from the city to start construction on Ozzie. It was time to celebrate. And what better way to celebrate than to get the sledge hammers out and start breaking down walls?
I know that my loyal readers are waiting with bated breath for the latest update on Ozzie. I am here to say…
The anticipation is killing me. Twinkie is scheduled to make his arrival any day and sometimes I am not sure that I can wait any longer. When I stop to think about it, I am overwhelmed with a flood of emotions. Usually it starts with pure excitement of the prospect of meeting Twinkie. It quickly transforms into pure panic as I think about taking this baby home for the first time and the responsibility there within. Then other moments I want Twinkie to come because I am tired of being pregnant and I want my body back. But these moments of reflection always end with joy that soon Husband and I will bring a child into this world. It is pure craziness.
Husband always tells the story of a time when we were frequenting a local watering hole on a typical weekend night. To give some context, this establishment was a lesser known dive bar in college, but overtime transformed into a popular, hipster-loving, always-down-for-a-good-time spot as the neighborhood become more and more popular. I’m talking about Kings Hardware in Seattle.
Now, if any of you know Husband, you know that he LOVES flannel, and has been wearing flannel since before I knew him. On this particular Saturday night, Husband was wearing one of his go-to flannel shirts. At some point in the night, another patron approached Husband, raised his glass, and said, “Nice flannel!”
At first Husband was a bit confused by the comment because he had never heard anyone tell him that flannel was nice. But as he looked around the bar, he realized that every other person in the room was also wearing flannel. That was when Husband knew: overnight he had become trendy, by mere accident.
I tell this story to illustrate how Husband and I have unknowingly fallen into a popular trend again. With the preparations of Ozzie for the remodel, we’ve accidentally become part of the tiny house movement.
Merry Christmas from Ozzie and Ezmeralda (our Christmas tree)!