A year off?

I seem to have somehow skipped a year in my kids' lives. I mean, I know I was there and I remember stuff happened but since moving to Texas, and really since that whole 3rd baby bit (ah, Jack. How you have rocked our world.) the timeline has a lot of hiccups and all 'round misses.

So be it. I think that's how life goes sometimes: you blink and it's been a month. Hours, days of your life swallowed up in the day-to-day tussles that carry you through from morning coffee to exhausted bed time. Then there are the days where you blink... and blink... and yawn... and stare at the frozen clock waiting for the sibling squabbles to somehow stop, your wine glass to fill up and your husband to miraculously walk through the door two hours early with an armful of flowers and a surprise babysitter. (That doesn't happen all that often either, but it doesn't stop me from hoping when those looooooong days hit.)

We're still here. The girls wrapped up the school year with mixed feelings of excitement and sadness. After 15 long months on the market, our home in Colorado Springs finally sold, freeing us up to buy a new place here in Texas. In March we moved from our rental into our very own home and they are changing schools. It's hard to leave friends and this will be the third school Anna's attended since she started elementary. We've been in the new house most of the spring and summer and they met some neighborhood kids and sorted out their favorite stomping grounds, which makes a world of difference when you're lonely.

Jack is still Jack. He just turned three, is wildly rambunctious, super adorable and oh-so-boy. I know, I know, setting gender stereotypes is a terrible thing and I'm ruining him. But it's true! It's just different raising a boy. The energy and physicality, the way he expresses himself, the way his emotions run in fits and starts, the aggression, the total "that's MY mama" possessiveness, it's all distinct from what I knew with the girls. He picked up a stick and made it a sword long before he'd ever seen or heard of one. My girls picked them up and made them into magic wands. Of course, he does that, too. There's no way he could grow up with two big sisters and not spend a lot of time dressed up as a princess.

This summer was our 10th wedding anniversary and we decided to celebrate where it all began, at The Cliff House in Manitou Springs, CO. We had a big party with all our friends and family and it was amazing. We spent the week leading up to the party visiting family and then ventured out on our own for a week to Telluride. Neither Kurt nor I had ever been there before. It's amazing, a truly beautiful place.

The whole vacation left the Schwartzes with our hearts aching for the mountains. It was hard indeed to drive back as the land grew flatter, the air hotter and steamier. We've been in Texas two years now, but it's still not home. That's something we need to work on.

School starts next week for the girls, a couple weeks after for Jack. It's a new beginning, in a way, at another new school in another new neighborhood. As such, I'm embracing a new chapter for the kids' blog, to try and keep up on all the adventures they seem to tumble into on a day-to-day basis.

Pictures from this summer soon to come.