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We moved to Nebraska the end of June and I’m still catching up. This is the third state we’ve lived in since getting married 5 years ago. People have asked me if moving frequently means that the moving gets easier. Yes…and no.
Yes – because you learn strategies for packing and you’re quicker to get rid of things and you become adept at finding new stores to shop at and new libraries and parks to visit.
No – because you know what’s coming. You dread it a little more each time.
You know that a move means starting over with people. Being the new face at church – again. Explaining who you are and to whom you’re related (it’s a Mennonite thing) and what does your husband do for a job again? and where have I seen you before? Do you have cookbooks?
(Don’t get me wrong – I love making new friends. I just prefer subsequent meetings to the first time ’round.)
(photo above: our last Sunday in Ohio)
This move has gone well. Ryan likes his job. (He’s doing one final year of training in advanced gastroenterology – GI – and we don’t know where we’re going after Nebraska.) The children have done SO WELL. We had a few rough weeks after the novelty wore off, and Hadassah still talks about her friends in Ohio and our “old house,” but both children are extreme extroverts and love people – new faces no exception.
Heading to the third new church in as many Sundays, Hadassah asked me so sweetly, “Are you excited to go to a NEW church and make NEW friends?!?”
This was something I asked her before our move. Whenever I talked about what was going to happen I tried to portray it in a positive light and be excited about it, and apparently she got the message. =D
Two days before we moved we invited a whole passel of our dear neighbors over for Noah’s first birthday cake. It was a bittersweet goodbye. Our neighbors and our church family are the things – the people – I miss the most about Ohio.
But we are settled in Nebraska now, and our house feels like home, even if I left a bunch of stuff in boxes in the garage. There’s not much point in unpacking everything if you’re likely moving in another year. So we live minimalist, and maybe I’ll find a few things to get rid of before we move again. =D
And we have found a church that we are really enjoying. Now that we’re past the first Sunday and I’m putting names to faces, I can really get excited about going. One thing for Nebraskans – they’re very open and friendly. I enjoy the rural feel to the state and the “neighbors help neighbors” mentality.
Noah, now 13 months old, is pure delight. He’s been walking for awhile now and gets into cupboards and trash cans and toilets and registers, but he is *always* smiling and likes to cuddle and is just a joy.
Hadassah just turned 3 and this move has turned her into a young lady. I am so proud of her. She is really learning to be responsible, and sit still in church, and she looks out for Noah like a little mommy. (She also does her fair share of pushing him over and sitting on him, but we’re working on that.)
And she TALKS! Endless commentary on the day’s events – or past events. She has a phenomenal memory. The other day I asked her how she wanted me to do her hair and she told me that she wanted the same hairstyle she had when we went to the post office (several days previous). Two pigtails.
Idyllic moments like this must be captured, even if they don’t last very long:
We live within a day’s journey of the Henry Doorly Zoo, and it is worth seeing.
Hadassah Turns Three!
Ryan’s parents and sister Alyssa came to visit, so we celebrated Hadassah’s birthday a week early! Ryan’s and Hadassah’s birthdays are 8 days apart, so it was a joint celebration.
This birthday was so fun because Hadassah could understand what was coming and look forward to it. And look forward she did! She had Noah’s birthday the end of June to whet her appetite, and she regularly sang “Happy Birthday” to herself and talked about her upcoming butterfly cake.
I made the cake. It was not remotely healthy, but it was good. =D
Noah’s blonde curls and wide, dimpled grin…
Grandpa is definitely a favorite of all 4 Burkholder grandchildren.
A birthday carousel ride with Aunt Alyssa…
My 2 handsome men. <3 Ryan sporting the shirt he had made in Togo when he volunteered at a hospital there for two weeks in April.
My parents gave Noah this fence for his first birthday. He promptly climbed inside. XD
Also, the grandparents Burkholder gave both children a container of those mini M&Ms for their birthdays. They call them their “rattles” and like to walk around shaking them. I’m waiting for them to figure out what’s inside….
Since we celebrated Hadassah’s birthday a week early, the actual day passed with little fanfare, but we did have “panpakes” (Hadassah’s favorite) with candles to blow out…and another rendition of “Happy Birthday to You!”
Some church ladies blessed us with a bunch of fresh garden produce!
I felt like I was getting my feet back under me when I made a huge batch of granola. =D
Egg salad and fresh sourdough bread made with a good deal of rye flour. Didn’t follow recipes for either, but I have an egg salad recipe floating around somewhere….
Some amazing tahini sauce that I made to go with Mediterranean bowls one night. I used a recipe online but can’t remember which one…sorry.
Mommy’s Meatloaf – always a hit, and great to make ahead
Filling the homemade peanut butter jar. I blend two cans of Aldi cocktail peanuts with about half a tablespoon of THM Super Sweet Blend in my Vitamix blender until it reaches a nice runny natural peanut butter consistency.
Regular peanut butter has a lot of junk in it, so I started making it myself and now I’m hooked. The homemade stuff tastes way better. Storebought natural peanut butter tends to be expensive, not sweetened, and/or hard as a rock. Making my own is super easy, affordable, and I can sweeten it just how I like.
I regularly make water kefir – this is flavored with grapefruit juice.
I’m on a Caesar salad kick right now. I tend to get obsessed with certain dressings for awhile, and then move on to something else.
The birthday pancakes. This is usually what I use my sourdough discard on, but I never follow a recipe so they turn out different every time. =D These were very pleasant. And I added blueberries for something special. I intend to publish a sourdough pancake recipe at some point…
If you made it to this point…
congratulations, and many thanks. You deserve a ribbon. Or some sourdough pancakes with peanut butter and maple syrup.