It's been far too long!

I have missed this space and the time each week or so to sit down and jot down some thoughts and happenings.

Life has been busy on many fronts.

Mr. Urban, our girl and I found a place in the woods. In the country. And have tried making it into a home fit for us Urbans. An easy enough task we supposed. Especially when I was sitting in the comfort of our old place, flipping through all the Country Homes magazines, and Mr. Urban was creating idea books on Houzz.com, some time back in March or April.

Easy, Peasy.

He became our contractor. I became our designer. And as soon as the project began on May 1st, we have each cursed the day we signed up for these jobs, out loud, at least a few times a day. He lost a bunch of pounds through the process. I gained a bunch. Typical coping mechanisms.

Kitchen Nook Before

I will spare you with the gory details. Finally, we have moved in and unpacked. But our job is far from over. Still, doors won't stay open, some lights won't turn on, some new faucets leek, and toilets wobble.... such is the exciting world of remodeling an old home. And Mr. Urban doesn't want to hear one more thing about my punch list!

Kitchen Nook After

In the meanwhile, our girl finished her year at her pre-school. She did a week of nature camp in the Redwoods. She is well on her way to letting go of the side of the pool in swimming lessons (at least teachers' ear drums are not at risk on our account any more). And she's outgrown almost all her 3T clothes.

Camp Redwood Final Concert

Progress, indeed.

I am so excited to be settled in once again. And with access to fast Internet. Hallelujah.

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