Milestones

If you find your life is dull or lacking excitement you are more than welcome to stop by. We like to keep things interesting around here and with a four month old that is not hard to do. She is literally growing up before my eyes, achieving a new developmental milestone daily. You have to be really careful; you’ll miss them if you blink! Thankfully, I’ve been able to catch a few of them with my camera.

She figured out rolling! Well, half of it. She makes it from her back to her stomach, where she is happy for about two minutes tops, and then quickly becomes no longer proud of her accomplishment.

With a four month birthday comes the freedom to eat with a spoon. We started with rice cereal. I think she enjoys it.

And with this new found body strength we’ve introduced the Johnny Jump Up. She doesn’t quite understand the jumping aspect, but she does enjoy her new view on the world.

Burke isn’t the only one experiencing new things around here though. Seth had quite the milestone himself; He has discovered Samoas. (Or as I always knew them, Carmel deLites). Yet another reminder of how unfortunate it is that Girl Scout Cookie Season only comes once a year. But luckily (thanks to Pinterest) I have managed to find a recipe for a homemade version as someone has requested the invention of a Samoa Blizzard. I’ll let you know how that goes…

Creating A Name

Naming things can be hard to do. Finding the right combination of just the right words that perfectly describes all aspects of something is a daunting task. I usually sit and think for a while, take a trip to my favorite online thesaurus, and do a little research. I open up a blank document and start throwing words around until I find the most appropriate medley. However, every now and then something clicks right away; it just makes sense.

So when I decided I wanted to start a blog the question of its title was something I asked myself rather quickly.

I knew I wanted to blog about my home, my renovation, my daughter, my family... But how could I properly title my tale? I stopped for a moment and asked myself what I associated with the term “home” and I found myself taking a trip down memory lane, to my childhood. Ever since my parents divorced when I was 13 I’ve found that “home” is really quite relative. But before that mega milestone in my life, home was where we were all a family and everything was great. And that took place in my childhood home, in the small, no, miniscule town of Center Point, Indiana, on Harmony Road.

It was the kind of town where parents told their kids to be home before the street lights came on and you knew where all the neighborhood kids were by simply locating a pile of bikes in someone’s front yard.  And if you couldn’t find that pile? Well, then good luck finding us.  We had a perfect little hardware store that sold us candy and pop by the glass bottle. Not just one but two parks, and the perfect amount of woods to play in. We even had a town bully. The house wasn’t big, but the memories I made with my brother and sister… those were grand. And I want nothing less for my family.

While I can’t give my family all the perks that came along with a simplistic life in Small Town, Indiana, I can definitely do my best to create that feeling of family, blanket of security, and sense of home that I had growing up on Harmony Road.