Remember when blog posts were more thought dumps? I thought I'd go for that this morning. I woke up sick again today. I'm sick a lot, but you never really get used to being sick.

The flip house: having it on the market is nerve wracking! Maybe even more stressful than actually working on it. I'm trying not to think about it very much.

Imogen turned 3 on Saturday! I swear she seems so much older, like she got older overnight. It's such a mystery, longing for the baby days, longing for her future, and absolutely loving her present. Who she is growing into, the new things she is learning. I couldn't be more proud of her. But how did we get here? How did 3 years go by so quickly? She just took her first steps last week it seems like. She just started eating with a spoon and saying "beez" instead of "please." But today she is running around. Feeding Loyal. Her vocabulary is growing and improving every day. She loves her friends. These moments feel so rich. My dad was able to come into town for her birthday too, which was special! We live a good distance from all of our parents so any time we get to see them is such a treat. And thank God for FaceTime (which we should probably use more).

Another thing that occupies my thoughts a lot now is finding a home for us to buy for ourselves. We can't move on anything until our flip house sells (which adds an extra level of tension) but I can't stay off Zillow or driving around neighborhoods I love.

This is the time of year that makes me feel more alive! The air is chilly in the mornings and evenings. Christmas decorations slowly find their way out of the musty boxes and into their new homes. My brain is cooking up new Christmas craft ideas to include the kids in. I love flipping through magazines and getting inspired by recipes that put a spin on the old favorites. We went to the farmers' market last week and had a sample of some chorizo apple walnut stuffing and I CANNOT stop thinking about it. It was so good, and it was different but still somehow tasted familiar. We are going to celebrate Thanksgiving with friends and I'm so looking forward to it.

Loyal is growing up way too fast, too. He's no longer a baby which is hard for you to realize as a mama. I think the point where I realized that this week is when he saw a baby, and he pointed and said "beebee." HEART BROKEN. He's a little toddler now, into everything, laughing, running, antagonizing his big sis, cuddling, giving kisses. His hands and feet are always dirty and somehow after every meal he ends up being covered in food. He's so different from Imogen who was always such a little bird, and she loves things being neat. If she gets water on her shirt she has to change it. Hah!

Well I'm gonna get back to my dayquil-induced sick haze and hope that none of these ramblings are too unfiltered. Happy Thanksgiving week, everybody! I'm so thankful for all of you, for my friends and family, my community online, and for sudafed and coffee. Haha. xo