We haven't really done much since Christmas. The combination of living in someone else's house, middle of winter in Iowa, house hunting, and having access to very little of your belongings makes for a rather sad existence. Maybe that's a bit extreme. We have a lot of fun, the kids are happy, and we are so blessed that my parents have been willing to put up with us for so long. In the grand scheme of things we really have very little to be sad about. But still, that combination doesn't lend itself to a whole of excitement. And yet somehow this post has an abundance of pictures, so apparently I've found ourselves doing things worth documenting.
Like this cheese face.
The house hunt continues. We put an offer in on one house but ended up being outbid. At first we felt okay about it but as more time passes with no other promising prospects it's hard not to have regret about missing out on that one. Like I said, my parents have been great but it's hard to not feel like our lives are on hold. I hate that feeling. I'm sure there are things I could do to make it feel less like that, I just need to get more creative. Suffice it to say we are all surviving. We will live to tell the tale.