48 hours

In less than 48 hours we will be moving into the Natural Urban Home. Yes, yes, I know, it's all I am talking about lately, but I am getting excited.


I am also THE BIGGEST ball of stress and anxiety, that it is not even funny!

Over the last few weeks I have managed to put myself into a full-fledged RA flare AND give myself what I think are the beginnings of a stomach ulcer. TUMS and my anti-inflammatory medications are my very good friends this week.

The last time we moved, Little C was 6 months old. He didn't care what was going on and was content to just be worn in a carrier while I packed up our little house. And it was June.

Today I woke up to this....

Mother Nature is playing a cruel, cruel, four days late, April Fool's  joke on me! I am not impressed lady!

And my poor children.

This time around, at 5 and 3.5 years old, they DO care about what is going on and are a lot more sensitive to the whole process. Now, this is not to say that they are not excited, they really are, but they are also feeling a fair amount of stress about the move too.

Our routines are all messed up. We haven't sat down at a table for dinner in over a week (it is covered in boxes and missing chairs). Naps have been very hit and miss. Three quarters of their toys and games have been packed up and well, Mama is a big stress ball!

And my kids are the sensitive kind. And also the vocal kind, especially about their feelings. (FYI- I am kind of proud of BOTH of these things!)

All of this makes for some very trying moments in our days as of late. Their needs are not getting met to the best of my ability because of all of the other tasks and to do lists and to be perfectly honest, the needs of the house(s) and this move.

I know it is a temporary situation, but it still doesn't make all those ugly guilty-mom feelings go away. And this is adding to my stress level too.

This morning started out rocky for all of us and not only because of the crappy drive in all that snow. We had to have a little three person huddle before we left the house to talk it all out and I explained to the kids how I am feeling right now and that I am nervous about moving and making sure we are all ready and packed and good to go.

My kids... They really are amazing little people. They both gave me huge "love" hugs (in our house these are the super-duper tight squeeze-y ones), told me it was all going to be OK and that they can't wait to be in the new house, gave me kisses and then we went on our way to playschool.

And then I went to my favourite cafe for a HUGE latte and some time to just be...


48 hours people.

I just have to get through the next 48 hours and then it will all be OK...

Why is it that the unpacking is always so much better than the packing?

Deep breathes,




Breaking up is hard to do.

I think I am in denial. About moving that is.

We are two weeks away from our designated move-in date to the Natural Urban Home and I have packed a grand total of 16 boxes.

Every day I look around and I think to myself, "GET GOING WOMAN! What are you waiting for? All of this 'stuff' is not going to pack itself!" (No matter how much I wish and pray and dream for this to be true!)

As I peel back the layers of US from this house, I realize that I am having a hard time "breaking up" with our home.

This is the only real home that the four of us have known together and the one that has seen us grow together as a family.

This is the only home my children have experienced Christmas in. The house they took their first steps in and the one they first shared a room in. Every scratch in the hardwood in front of the built-in book-case is a reminder of hours and hours of baby and toddler play time on the floor.

This is the house that Natural Urban Dad and I built to heal us from our first home building experience and the results were so much more than we ever expected. A big part of that was our contractor, who thankfully is our current one as well, but living in this house has made us happy. Walking in the door every day to the warmth and coziness of our home, made us happy.

This is the home that welcomed massive playdates, family dinners (including the unforgettable Turkey Debacle of Christmas '07) and many nights of 'fire and wine' and me talking way too loud in the backyard. This is the home that had an open door policy for a certain little next door neighbour... and his daddy too (and this proximity will be missed by all of us)!

This was the home of the Natural Urban Mamas Store. The place where I met so many of my customers and clients and their beautiful little babies and taught a lot of mamas the art of babywearing. Where I stayed up late doing the books and often times even later searching for and finding all of the wonderful babywearing and natural parenting products for the store.

This is the home of milestone birthdays. My children's firsts and my fortieth.

A lot has happened in this house to shape me and my family... and so, I am procrastinating.

Next week we will start to slowly move our 'stuff' over to the Natural Urban Home. And I know it won't take long for this new house to become home for us. It too was built from love (and not just a little bit of personal blood, sweat and tears) and will open up a new chapter in the book of  Us. One that will be equally if not even more fantastic.

But for now... I am leaving the pictures up on the walls a little while longer, I am not really touching the kids rooms at all yet and I am savouring our last real week in our first family home.


P.S. And I really need to book a mover ASAP!! Any recommendations?

This old house is on the move.

Well, it is Spring 2011 (sort of) and that means that if all is on track than we should be starting construction of our new house. We started this little family project last summer when we bought a new property not even 5 minutes from our current house. We have had five months of design work done and are almost set to 'break ground' and really get going. We are just waiting on a few more details from our architect and of course all the permits from the City.

There is some activity going on though. The house itself has been purchased by a nice family and it will be making the trip down to Calgary in the next week or so. Yes, believe it or not, it is possible to lift and move a two-storey house.


My son is loving this whole process and can't wait to see the house moved onto the truck. Although I am not sure if we will be able to accommodate that. The house moving guys tell me that the actual moving itself happens late at night to avoid major traffic.

We are all pretty excited about getting this house build going and this was step one of the process!

Now, I am off to get the kids and I some hard hats later this week!

Safety first!