Hi World!
Sorry it’s been a while. Our biggest news is that we moved. Again. Yes, for those of you keeping score at home, this is our fourth move in three years. We originally planned to be in the last house (not the one we are in now, but the one before) until this summer, at which point we were planning on buying our forever home, but the owners of the house decided to stage and sell the house. So out we moved. But, as much as each of our moves tried our parents’ patience, we’ve learned new stuff with every home. Including our newest house, even though we’ve only lived here for a week.
Observe: When we lived in Washington, we learned we don’t want to live in a small town. We like everything that comes with living in a metropolitan area, and living in Olympia felt slow and divorced from what was happening in the rest of the world. We moved back to CO and realized that no only do we want a good sized town, but we want to live close to the heart of that town, where forward thinkers live in diverse communities. Close to museums. And diversity. (Did we already say that?) And now after a week living in our newest house, we’ve realized we still want a small farm. So, you are probably asking, where in Denver-proper can you have chickens, goats, a pygmy donkey and possibly a pygmy pig, too? Well, friends, we are not yet sure.
But that brings us back to our new place. It’s only five minutes away from where we used to live in Denver, but it has almost 3/4 of an acre, so the first thing we did after unpacking and visiting the city’s permitting office, is buy baby chicks. Eight of them. And although we had chicks before, we were really little then. Now we are old enough to hold them and feed and water them, and check on them in the garage (because they are too little to be out in a coop). And we LOVE it! Love, love, love it! Riley especially. The first thing he does every morning is check on the chicks. The last thing he does every night is check on the chicks. Asher has taken to saying, “Oh, they are so cute and such good pets.” Even after a chick pooped on Tessa, she still wanted to hold and pet it. This is great.
And though this area might be where we end up buying our forever home, it’s further away from downtown and the museums than we want to be. We might be able to have a small farm deep in Denver, completely free of all neighborhood associations and subdivisions. We’d just need to buy more than one lot and make it what we want. But we aren’t sure those areas in Denver are zoned for the sort of livestock we want. We might want a pygmy donkey, but pygmy or not, it’s zoned livestock. Chickens are one thing. Livestock is another kind of animal (pun, of course, intended).
We are all ready for warm weather with some outside splashing and playing. We’ve planted a ton of seeds in our new place and we’re already anticipating how things will grow. What they’ll look like. And if we can feed them to the chickens. We’re staying up later now, and our new place shows great stargazing promise. So far here, pretty good. It’s not our forever home, and that’s an asteroid sized ding in the perfection of this place, but it’ll do. It’ll do.
We’re still taking uke lessons, skateboarding lessons, art classes, and social studies enrichment classes. Pretty soon, Emmett will stop uke and take voice lessons instead. Tessa will join him, but keep taking uke. This summer, Mom’s got tons of camps scheduled. Art camp, science camp, yoga camp, and an all around kids camp where everything cool is offered (coding, fashion designing, sports and game playing, music recording, art, and general outside water splashing. They even have go carts and huge inflatable water slides. Ah-mazing.
So, until the official start of summer, we’ll continue raising our baby chicks, playing in our big yard, taking classes and lessons, and winning life.
We’re good here.
Pigs out.
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