chickens

I feel like something's coming. Something different. I feel all crisis-y
...is that even a word?
See, I'm a chicken. Not a pioneer in any way. I've ALWAYS lived here. I've ALWAYS stayed close to home. Never brave enough to try anything new.
But I feel a change. In me, in Dustin.
We're applying for jobs outside of Vegas. I hate the thought of leaving. The last couple of years have not been easy. The last couple months have been worse. I feel torn between comfort and adventure. I'm tired of being a wimp. Tired of feeling trapped.
I want my husband to be happy.
I want him to feel fulfilled.
He wants to work hard, use his brain, flex his muscles...be challenged.
I want my kids to see that you can start over. You can take control of your life. You can choose happiness.
I want to feel happy.

It's just sad

These are the ONLY pictures we've taken this year. Three months in and this is all I've got to show for it. I'm pretty sure I ruined my camera battery and we don't have a point and shoot so this is it.

Our way too sunny backyard. We need a patio cover and we're saving up for one.

Staff development day and no school. I was able to capture my two oldest in a rare moment. Playing High School Musical Sing It and getting along. Even taking turns and not crabbing at each other. I had to get proof.

Paige on Valentine's day. She was just the sweetest.