Why We Love Living Small with Young Kids

Why We Love Living Small with Young Kids

When most people add another kid to their family, they think about whether they need more space. But we are so grateful that we had the opportunity to move into a smaller space! When Emily was born, we were living in a 850 square foot 2 bedroom duplex. Most American families would consider that living small for a family of four. But when we moved into the camper when she was 5 months old, we downsized to less than 300…

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World Prematurity Day

World Prematurity Day

This poster was up in every exam room at my ob’s office when I was pregnant with Madeline. I would stare at it every visit while waiting for the doctor. When Madeline was born unexpectedly at 35 weeks, this is the image that haunted me. As grateful as I was for our little 3 lb 6 oz miracle, I was also terrified at how her prematurity and size would affect her long term. We pray every day with Madeline, thanking…

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Week 6: Oh the Packing!

Week 6: Oh the Packing!

We got back to Tulsa this week (made the 8 hour trip in one day!) to pack up our rental house and move everything into storage. To say life is a little messy right now would be an understatement.  Besides spending the days sorting through everything we own, we have taken some time to enjoy Tulsa before we leave.  We have always loved our neighborhood. Scott and I actually lived here before we traveled full time last time and have…

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Week 5: The Waiting Game

Week 5: The Waiting Game

Have you ever waited for a house to dry out in a humid climate? It is kind of like waiting for a huge pot of water to boil, only way worse. The cruel joke of having hurricanes hit in humid areas is it takes FOREVER for the homes to dry after they have been gutted and sprayed for mold. That is kind of where we are at this week, in a holding pattern just waiting. Scott has done a lot…

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Week 4: Starting to Feel Like Home

Week 4: Starting to Feel Like Home

When I think of home, all different kinds of images come to mind- places I have lived, people I love, things that make me feel comfortable. But mostly home is that place where I can exhale and feel like no matter what happens, I am safe here. I am home. This week the camper has started to feel more and more like our home. We have gotten into a good little routine (most days at least). Except for our laundry…

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