We did not find out if this is to be a boy or a girl, but either way they look healthy and feel active and energetic already.
We are excited for the next big adventure!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Spring is on the way
We did not find out if this is to be a boy or a girl, but either way they look healthy and feel active and energetic already.
We are excited for the next big adventure!
Friday, March 1, 2013
2013
Yes, it has been a year and a half since I updated. I hate it when bloggers do that. Much has changed and there are new happenings on the horizon in Peoria. I think of writing often, but the honest truth is that I haven't been all that happy for a long time and it was just depressing to document Henry development and not mention anything else, or to complain about life when things were not truly that bad in the grand scheme of things. It's just been a tough year. We are generally lonely, without a lot of forward-looking events going on. The last several months have given us back a child with newborn sleep patterns and tempers and horrible words that depress us as parents. We're not impressed with his daycare or what happens there, we're tired, I'm not enjoying my job or the heavy responsibilities around it, and we miss our family and St. Louis friends. The Newtown shootings rocked us and we have tried to do small actions and yet feel like nothing matters and that such violence is an inevitability for our child. That vulnerability, frustration, and grief has lasted most of the winter. Rob feels behind on his professional responsibilities, namely getting his dissertation turned into a book, and ongoing health issues plague him. Add all that to a very long, cold, icy winter, and without much social outlet we have some serious cabin fever. Writing didn't really seem like a fantastic idea at any point recently.
BUT I'm going to turn the corner. Spring is brewing, the snow is melting, and we have some good things happening. We have to make a conscious effort to pull out of the fog here and nicer weather and anticipation of new things should be helpful.
BUT I'm going to turn the corner. Spring is brewing, the snow is melting, and we have some good things happening. We have to make a conscious effort to pull out of the fog here and nicer weather and anticipation of new things should be helpful.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Two Years!
Two years with Henry came and went on Sept. 2, 2011. I again have neglected the updates and the photography. I'm mother of the year! Henry did not end up with a haircut in Milwaukee, hence the dearth of first haircut photos. He became very frightened of even the sight of the apron my friend attempted to put on him. It was child-sized and covered in friendly animal print; Henry would have none of it. He screamed as if he were about to have surgery and clung to me. Haircut attempt 1: fail. I am not sure where the fear originates since he's neither been in a hair salon nor been threatened or injured in one, so the panic is a mystery.
I did trim his long hair myself in St. Louis during a visit in August. I took about 4 inches off and saved many little curly pony tail locks because that is what Mothers of the Year do. The hair is still long, and all strangers think Henry is a girl. Rob and I do not care a bit and never correct them; it only gets awkward when strangers learn his name is Henry and fall all over themselves trying to explain how he really DOESN'T look like a girl after all. We don't care. Henry is awesome and would be if he were a she too. She would probably also dress and look the same.
The vocabulary expansion is epic. I would guess Henry has 500 words or so and regularly speaks in long sentences. He even jokes with words now. Even with all of his words, I still love when he's missing a term he needs and says things like, "Mommy, put the 'this' on the bread for Henry". That would be butter; but he's missing that one word. At night, when he's dozing off and still resisting being carried to bed, he'll call out, "No Daddy, I wanna have THIS!" and he means please take me back into your room where I can finish the nursing that I wanted before my sleep. He knows that we know what he wants, so why waste words when you're tired??
That is funny, too, because Henry is freaking VERBOSE. Constant chatter comes from that little mouth. Sometimes it is songs or rhymes, sometimes narrating what he's doing or planning a day of adventure (Henry go swimming with Papa Joe!), sometimes talking to his toys or "reading" his books. He's sweet to us; asks now nightly for "family hugs" and also when out walking, will reach for one of us and demand a hug or a kiss even if we're crossing Main street with its notorious walk sign ignorers.
Two is the best age ever. Neither Rob nor I would choose the early days over this, not even with tantrums and strong preferences on what he wears, reads, or eats. I think Rob has Green Eggs and Ham memorized but still reads it with gusto nightly because Henry loves it so. Maddie is his best buddy and the two of them give each other awkward, mauling hugs at the end of each day.
My work is fine. I have ups and downs, some weeks feel like I should be looking at other jobs and the next week feel that we're gaining some stability. I am not a big fan of how my offices are run; by higher ups who all work out of town and treat us as an afterthought- if that. I get little feedback and while I appreciate non-hovering supervisory styles, I have no idea WTF I am doing or what will be next. Some days I spend 4 hours online playing on my message boards and then the entire next week I'll have so much work that I never even get a lunch break. It is feast or famine and it confuses me.
Rob is doing fantastically. He is busy in his first semester of teaching and reports that Bradley is treating him well and that his department is very supportive and stable. We discovered in mid-September that he'd very unexpectedly won a prestigious award for his dissertation. The award is the highest honor in the country for someone earning an American Studies degree. It opens up some new opportunities for Rob and possibly for us but the concensus in this family is that we're staying in Peoria and near Bradley for a long time. All opportunities will be reviewed and hopefully at the least Rob gets a book out of the deal. We're both going to Baltimare later in October where he'll accept his award and also presumably be wooed by academic presses. I will spend some times with a nearby ninja and also enjoy a nice, toddler free dinner with Rob and our friends Suki and Betsy because my mother-in-law has again come to our rescue and will keep Henry for a few days while we travel. I am excited!
Photos to come, the house has not changed much since I returned to work. I have some plans but nothing really exciting to report...yet. It is livable and we like the space, but I think we could live here 10 years and still not shake the feel of students lingering in the old house. Henry does bring life and excitement to everything, though.
I did trim his long hair myself in St. Louis during a visit in August. I took about 4 inches off and saved many little curly pony tail locks because that is what Mothers of the Year do. The hair is still long, and all strangers think Henry is a girl. Rob and I do not care a bit and never correct them; it only gets awkward when strangers learn his name is Henry and fall all over themselves trying to explain how he really DOESN'T look like a girl after all. We don't care. Henry is awesome and would be if he were a she too. She would probably also dress and look the same.
The vocabulary expansion is epic. I would guess Henry has 500 words or so and regularly speaks in long sentences. He even jokes with words now. Even with all of his words, I still love when he's missing a term he needs and says things like, "Mommy, put the 'this' on the bread for Henry". That would be butter; but he's missing that one word. At night, when he's dozing off and still resisting being carried to bed, he'll call out, "No Daddy, I wanna have THIS!" and he means please take me back into your room where I can finish the nursing that I wanted before my sleep. He knows that we know what he wants, so why waste words when you're tired??
That is funny, too, because Henry is freaking VERBOSE. Constant chatter comes from that little mouth. Sometimes it is songs or rhymes, sometimes narrating what he's doing or planning a day of adventure (Henry go swimming with Papa Joe!), sometimes talking to his toys or "reading" his books. He's sweet to us; asks now nightly for "family hugs" and also when out walking, will reach for one of us and demand a hug or a kiss even if we're crossing Main street with its notorious walk sign ignorers.
Two is the best age ever. Neither Rob nor I would choose the early days over this, not even with tantrums and strong preferences on what he wears, reads, or eats. I think Rob has Green Eggs and Ham memorized but still reads it with gusto nightly because Henry loves it so. Maddie is his best buddy and the two of them give each other awkward, mauling hugs at the end of each day.
My work is fine. I have ups and downs, some weeks feel like I should be looking at other jobs and the next week feel that we're gaining some stability. I am not a big fan of how my offices are run; by higher ups who all work out of town and treat us as an afterthought- if that. I get little feedback and while I appreciate non-hovering supervisory styles, I have no idea WTF I am doing or what will be next. Some days I spend 4 hours online playing on my message boards and then the entire next week I'll have so much work that I never even get a lunch break. It is feast or famine and it confuses me.
Rob is doing fantastically. He is busy in his first semester of teaching and reports that Bradley is treating him well and that his department is very supportive and stable. We discovered in mid-September that he'd very unexpectedly won a prestigious award for his dissertation. The award is the highest honor in the country for someone earning an American Studies degree. It opens up some new opportunities for Rob and possibly for us but the concensus in this family is that we're staying in Peoria and near Bradley for a long time. All opportunities will be reviewed and hopefully at the least Rob gets a book out of the deal. We're both going to Baltimare later in October where he'll accept his award and also presumably be wooed by academic presses. I will spend some times with a nearby ninja and also enjoy a nice, toddler free dinner with Rob and our friends Suki and Betsy because my mother-in-law has again come to our rescue and will keep Henry for a few days while we travel. I am excited!
Photos to come, the house has not changed much since I returned to work. I have some plans but nothing really exciting to report...yet. It is livable and we like the space, but I think we could live here 10 years and still not shake the feel of students lingering in the old house. Henry does bring life and excitement to everything, though.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Peorians
We are now Peorians! Seven weeks have flown by and Henry is almost two years old. There is so much to take in and blogging has fallen off my radar.
I owe a post with a LOT of photos now, I realize. We have a new house, Henry has some new riding toys, we've had a few good visits from family and friends who are like family, we have a fantastic porch that we all love, and Henry is a ham and a half. All are reasons to post photos and I'm just too tired to get up and get my camera right now.
First, the move:
We officially moved on June 6. It was the hottest day of the year to date and the moving van took about 12 hours to load. This is much longer than we'd expected so the caravan of my car, Rob's car, and Rob's mom's car complete with 4 pets, 1 todder, all of Rob's guitars and as many valuables as we could stuff in between all that didn't head up to Peoria until after 7pm. We could not stop for food or bathrooms because we had too much stuff and also the pets could not be left for even a few minutes in the stifling heat.
I felt energized and excited and the GPS led us into our new neighborhood via the beautiful and historic Moss Avenue. I was ready to get something to eat and get H into bed for the long day of truck unloading that would follow. Instead, we walked into what seemed like hell. The house was filthy, reeked of smoke, and as my little spaz toddler got his sea legs and began racing around the his room and the hallway upstairs, I realized with horror that the railing over the foyer was dangerously short. H discovered this by wrapping his little arms over the top and pulling his torso up even with the top of the rail. Below him was a two story drop into the front entryway. I lost my cool then, I was done. I started sobbing, wondering what had we done?! We had chosen the least child friendly house possible, the place was disgusting, and we had no money left to divert our belongings to a move to somewhere else. The options were spinning in my head. Could we have them just deliver our stuff to a storage unit? Can we break our lease? How soon can we find another place? But the reality was that our money was spent, our lease was signed and we were stuck.
There was no food to be found at that hour so I choked down about 3 bites of Domino's Pizza (ugh) and helped my mother in law wipe the layer of grime from the bathtub so Henry could have a bath and get some sleep.
By the morning, Susan had a plan. She made a list at some point late the night before or early before the moving van arrived and she told us it was going to be all right. We decided to believe her.
The furniture arrived, all of our things delivered and we began the first of many trips that week to Lowes, Babies R Us, and Target. We stocked up on baby gates, childproofing materials, hooks for clotheslines, sponges and mops for cleaning and vinegar and baking soda to take a layer of smoky dirt off the house.
Susan ended up staying all week, and I doubt she's ever had a LESS restful vacation from work. She was busy improving our house from 6am until 9pm every single night, and as she worked she'd think of new things to fix, make, do, or buy.
By the end of the week, Henry could not come near the low railing and our house was looking up. We still had a list of concerns that we had the landlord deal with- ahhh, the beauty of renting!!!
And that was moving day/week.
I started my job the following Monday so we introduced Henry to his new babysitter a few hours at a time. At first he was very shy but the mom who takes care of him also has a toddler named Madison who Henry warmed to very quickly. He still talks abou his old daycare friends in St. Louis but first in his conversations these days is "Medicine", aka his buddy Madison. Maddie also has a cute baby brother named Mason and Henry loves him too.
Henry had some rough sleep patches in the last month or so, including a couple nights of newborn-like wakefulness. Those nights remind us how far we've come and make me feel like death warmed over. In a new job, with no vacation hours built up, I had no choice but to push through some really long days when all I wanted was to sleep. I had one morning where I actually felt so groggy that it seemed dangerous to drive, but Rob was out of town. This is the tough part about a new city and knowing no one. I had no options. I had to get Henry to his sitter and get to work.
We've survived! We're even making a few friends. Henry now loves "Sawa" and "Medicine" and he plays happily all day, swimming and sliding, listening to music and doing puzzles.
He's been showing off all sorts of new talents. Counting correctly up to 14 is his newest feat, he can also get through most of the alphabet and recognize a few letters individually. I can no longer come close to counting all his words, but there are probably 100 or more. He has a little sense of humor and also says things that neither Rob nor I taught him.
He is still nursing, usually 2 times a day and he will announce when it is "milkie time!" We take walks almost daily and most of them conclude with a visit to the playground near our house. Life is slower here because we don't know people or have much of a social life, but work is keeping me busy and Rob is prepping for his school year by working long hours on syllabi and articles. Henry is going to be 2 soon and I can hardly believe it!!
He and I are taking a road trip to Milwaukee this weekend to meet up with my ninja friends, a group of women I met online while we were pregnant with August (and September in my case) 2009 babies. One of them is a stylist and is going to give Henry his first haircut. I do promise to post photos of that and maybe even a video.
That is the latest from Peoria! We're adjusting to life here very well and despite the rough beginning; we really like our house and neighborhood. I think we're going to be really happy here.
I owe a post with a LOT of photos now, I realize. We have a new house, Henry has some new riding toys, we've had a few good visits from family and friends who are like family, we have a fantastic porch that we all love, and Henry is a ham and a half. All are reasons to post photos and I'm just too tired to get up and get my camera right now.
First, the move:
We officially moved on June 6. It was the hottest day of the year to date and the moving van took about 12 hours to load. This is much longer than we'd expected so the caravan of my car, Rob's car, and Rob's mom's car complete with 4 pets, 1 todder, all of Rob's guitars and as many valuables as we could stuff in between all that didn't head up to Peoria until after 7pm. We could not stop for food or bathrooms because we had too much stuff and also the pets could not be left for even a few minutes in the stifling heat.
I felt energized and excited and the GPS led us into our new neighborhood via the beautiful and historic Moss Avenue. I was ready to get something to eat and get H into bed for the long day of truck unloading that would follow. Instead, we walked into what seemed like hell. The house was filthy, reeked of smoke, and as my little spaz toddler got his sea legs and began racing around the his room and the hallway upstairs, I realized with horror that the railing over the foyer was dangerously short. H discovered this by wrapping his little arms over the top and pulling his torso up even with the top of the rail. Below him was a two story drop into the front entryway. I lost my cool then, I was done. I started sobbing, wondering what had we done?! We had chosen the least child friendly house possible, the place was disgusting, and we had no money left to divert our belongings to a move to somewhere else. The options were spinning in my head. Could we have them just deliver our stuff to a storage unit? Can we break our lease? How soon can we find another place? But the reality was that our money was spent, our lease was signed and we were stuck.
There was no food to be found at that hour so I choked down about 3 bites of Domino's Pizza (ugh) and helped my mother in law wipe the layer of grime from the bathtub so Henry could have a bath and get some sleep.
By the morning, Susan had a plan. She made a list at some point late the night before or early before the moving van arrived and she told us it was going to be all right. We decided to believe her.
The furniture arrived, all of our things delivered and we began the first of many trips that week to Lowes, Babies R Us, and Target. We stocked up on baby gates, childproofing materials, hooks for clotheslines, sponges and mops for cleaning and vinegar and baking soda to take a layer of smoky dirt off the house.
Susan ended up staying all week, and I doubt she's ever had a LESS restful vacation from work. She was busy improving our house from 6am until 9pm every single night, and as she worked she'd think of new things to fix, make, do, or buy.
By the end of the week, Henry could not come near the low railing and our house was looking up. We still had a list of concerns that we had the landlord deal with- ahhh, the beauty of renting!!!
And that was moving day/week.
I started my job the following Monday so we introduced Henry to his new babysitter a few hours at a time. At first he was very shy but the mom who takes care of him also has a toddler named Madison who Henry warmed to very quickly. He still talks abou his old daycare friends in St. Louis but first in his conversations these days is "Medicine", aka his buddy Madison. Maddie also has a cute baby brother named Mason and Henry loves him too.
Henry had some rough sleep patches in the last month or so, including a couple nights of newborn-like wakefulness. Those nights remind us how far we've come and make me feel like death warmed over. In a new job, with no vacation hours built up, I had no choice but to push through some really long days when all I wanted was to sleep. I had one morning where I actually felt so groggy that it seemed dangerous to drive, but Rob was out of town. This is the tough part about a new city and knowing no one. I had no options. I had to get Henry to his sitter and get to work.
We've survived! We're even making a few friends. Henry now loves "Sawa" and "Medicine" and he plays happily all day, swimming and sliding, listening to music and doing puzzles.
He's been showing off all sorts of new talents. Counting correctly up to 14 is his newest feat, he can also get through most of the alphabet and recognize a few letters individually. I can no longer come close to counting all his words, but there are probably 100 or more. He has a little sense of humor and also says things that neither Rob nor I taught him.
He is still nursing, usually 2 times a day and he will announce when it is "milkie time!" We take walks almost daily and most of them conclude with a visit to the playground near our house. Life is slower here because we don't know people or have much of a social life, but work is keeping me busy and Rob is prepping for his school year by working long hours on syllabi and articles. Henry is going to be 2 soon and I can hardly believe it!!
He and I are taking a road trip to Milwaukee this weekend to meet up with my ninja friends, a group of women I met online while we were pregnant with August (and September in my case) 2009 babies. One of them is a stylist and is going to give Henry his first haircut. I do promise to post photos of that and maybe even a video.
That is the latest from Peoria! We're adjusting to life here very well and despite the rough beginning; we really like our house and neighborhood. I think we're going to be really happy here.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Moving on up...
Things have been just crazy around these parts. Moving day is in four days and counting (YIKES!) and boxes now fill what used to be our dining room. The furniture is gradually moving out to freecyclers, friends, family, and the dumpster outside.
Rob has finished his PhD, defended his dissertation, and as of yesterday, completed the formatting needed to submit the whole thing for graduation. He is officially finished with his PhD. I am finished with my job and set to begin a new employment adventure on June 13.
Henry is handling all of this quite well but I can't help but feel bad for how much his world is about to be rocked. Tomorrow is his daycare party, the women are having a sendoff with treats and they tell me they are very sad to see him go. He'll be going to daycare next week at least for a day, maybe two, and then he'll be a Peorian like we are. He's too little to get any explanations on this, I just hope he can sleep at night and still feels secure.
Henry's vocabulary grows by like 10 words a day I think, or maybe we're just asking him the right questions to get new words out of him.
He is using sentences regularly "Daddy, I'm coming soon!!" "Mommy, where are you??" "Foster, come here NOW!", I love you Arlo, I love you Daddy, I love Mommy.
He also has 12 teeth, five of which grew into his gums in the last month. Poor kid, that has to hurt. He is absolutely hilarious and getting so very big.
Henry is 21 months old today and this is his last week in St. Louis. I am sad and also ready to have our move completed and to get settled in our new town.
Rob has finished his PhD, defended his dissertation, and as of yesterday, completed the formatting needed to submit the whole thing for graduation. He is officially finished with his PhD. I am finished with my job and set to begin a new employment adventure on June 13.
Henry is handling all of this quite well but I can't help but feel bad for how much his world is about to be rocked. Tomorrow is his daycare party, the women are having a sendoff with treats and they tell me they are very sad to see him go. He'll be going to daycare next week at least for a day, maybe two, and then he'll be a Peorian like we are. He's too little to get any explanations on this, I just hope he can sleep at night and still feels secure.
Henry's vocabulary grows by like 10 words a day I think, or maybe we're just asking him the right questions to get new words out of him.
He is using sentences regularly "Daddy, I'm coming soon!!" "Mommy, where are you??" "Foster, come here NOW!", I love you Arlo, I love you Daddy, I love Mommy.
He also has 12 teeth, five of which grew into his gums in the last month. Poor kid, that has to hurt. He is absolutely hilarious and getting so very big.
Henry is 21 months old today and this is his last week in St. Louis. I am sad and also ready to have our move completed and to get settled in our new town.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Big Changes
Since Blogger doesn't allow individual posts to be private, only for the entire blog to be public or private, I wasn't updating on all the new developments in our family.
But now things are public, open, and we're moving forward so it is long past time to update!
We are moving to Peoria, Illlinois. Rob got a terrific job opportunity that was a total surprise given the state of the economy and poor job prospects in his field. When the job was certain, I began a job hunt myself and found a good position in Peoria. Last week Rob and I visited the city for the third time each, and found a house to rent. We have to rent out our house in St. Louis and we have to find daycare, these are the major puzzle pieces that remain.
And all of our relocation process should be completed by mid-June. It is scary and exciting. We feel safe and comfortable in St. Louis and we know the area so well. Peoria will be a whole new adventure. The great thing about such an adventure is that is only about a 2.5 hour drive away. We can come visit family and friends as we want.
Daycare is giving me a lot of anxiety. Henry has been at the same place since he was 12 weeks old and he's certainly old enough now to know who his friends and care providers are. He is shy around strangers and the idea of uprooting him hurts my heart.
He'll be OK, but the change has to be soon and we know nothing about daycare in Peoria.
I'm scared.
And speaking of Henry, he is more hilarious and sweet and strong willed and stubborn and cute as he can be.
He grew 3 new teeth in the last month and has a fourth new one about to break through for a total of 10. He has very definite opinions on what he wants to eat and drink, and he is obsessed with swings and slides. He has dozens of new words and phrases including Foster (the dog), Let's Go!, I love Mommy, I love Daddy, I like pizza, Amane, Hiro, baby needs milk, Ready, Set, Go!, and more.
He is so funny. He had a new cousin born in April and her name just seems to roll of Henry's tongue, so we hear a lot of "I love Amane!". His cousin Seamus, who is just shy of 6 months old, is still "Baby" since Seamus appears to be more of a mouthful than H can handle just now.
He is still veyr into books, and we read about 10 of them a day- or more. He has a new preference for his clothing with trains on it, particularly a pair of pajamas with a Thomas engine on the shirt. He will cry "choo choo!" when I have to take it off in the morning and it breaks my heart. He is sleeping with a stuffed Grover doll these days, a gift from the Miros family and he has to kiss Grover when he gets out of bed in the morning. Again, freaking adorable.
He's still nursing a few times a day and still riding rearfacing in his carseat. There are no plans to change either of those.
I hope he adjusts well to a new house, new city, and a new daycare. He's incredible laid back and adaptive so I think it will be OK. We'll be learning together in our new city!
But now things are public, open, and we're moving forward so it is long past time to update!
We are moving to Peoria, Illlinois. Rob got a terrific job opportunity that was a total surprise given the state of the economy and poor job prospects in his field. When the job was certain, I began a job hunt myself and found a good position in Peoria. Last week Rob and I visited the city for the third time each, and found a house to rent. We have to rent out our house in St. Louis and we have to find daycare, these are the major puzzle pieces that remain.
And all of our relocation process should be completed by mid-June. It is scary and exciting. We feel safe and comfortable in St. Louis and we know the area so well. Peoria will be a whole new adventure. The great thing about such an adventure is that is only about a 2.5 hour drive away. We can come visit family and friends as we want.
Daycare is giving me a lot of anxiety. Henry has been at the same place since he was 12 weeks old and he's certainly old enough now to know who his friends and care providers are. He is shy around strangers and the idea of uprooting him hurts my heart.
He'll be OK, but the change has to be soon and we know nothing about daycare in Peoria.
I'm scared.
And speaking of Henry, he is more hilarious and sweet and strong willed and stubborn and cute as he can be.
He grew 3 new teeth in the last month and has a fourth new one about to break through for a total of 10. He has very definite opinions on what he wants to eat and drink, and he is obsessed with swings and slides. He has dozens of new words and phrases including Foster (the dog), Let's Go!, I love Mommy, I love Daddy, I like pizza, Amane, Hiro, baby needs milk, Ready, Set, Go!, and more.
He is so funny. He had a new cousin born in April and her name just seems to roll of Henry's tongue, so we hear a lot of "I love Amane!". His cousin Seamus, who is just shy of 6 months old, is still "Baby" since Seamus appears to be more of a mouthful than H can handle just now.
He is still veyr into books, and we read about 10 of them a day- or more. He has a new preference for his clothing with trains on it, particularly a pair of pajamas with a Thomas engine on the shirt. He will cry "choo choo!" when I have to take it off in the morning and it breaks my heart. He is sleeping with a stuffed Grover doll these days, a gift from the Miros family and he has to kiss Grover when he gets out of bed in the morning. Again, freaking adorable.
He's still nursing a few times a day and still riding rearfacing in his carseat. There are no plans to change either of those.
I hope he adjusts well to a new house, new city, and a new daycare. He's incredible laid back and adaptive so I think it will be OK. We'll be learning together in our new city!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Zero Waste
Not that our house could EVER look like this, but let me just use the video for some inspiration to begin the decluttering process.
http://vitality.yahoo.com/video-second-act-the-johnson-family-24454760
http://vitality.yahoo.com/video-second-act-the-johnson-family-24454760
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