About two hours outside of Roanoke, I started freaking out. I started majorly regretting the fact that I'd never visited before. Are you insane!? You've never seen this place before. And now you're moving here. With your two small babies. And you don't have a house yet. And you have to live in an apartment for three months. And your husband is in the middle of working 15 hour night shifts. And And And. Panic Attack. Help. Breathe. Breathe.
Okay, I'm breathing.
I'm breathing.
And in fact, when I drove into the city, it was breathtaking. Really. It's gorgeous here. We're surrounded by the Blue Ridge Mountains--absolutely surrounded. The hospital that my husband works at is in the side of a mountain. No joke. The downtown has massive steeples, historic buildings, cute storefronts. And to top it off? It really is southern. And I like to think of myself as The Queen of All Things Southern. The people here are so friendly! They'll call you "honey" and chat with you about anything! So, it's beautiful and the people are nice.
And I'm still breathing.
Despite the fact that I'm a little bit scared, that I've developed allergies and am feeling miserable, and that both of my children are going on day 6 of Fifth Disease.
Whew.
Okay, how about some pictures? Pictures are happy! :)
Here's the toddler, enjoying a Spongebob push pop (at 9:20 PM--I know, Mom of the Year). We've become snuggle buddies with Daddy gone at night.
And here's my "baby" (7 months old, TWENTY ONE pounds, and he wore one of his brother's 2T shirts yesterday) eating his lilcrunchies.
The toddler thought it was especially cool that Daddy brought home some laparoscopic surgery instruments.
And we did actually go to the park before the boys broke out in red spots from their heads to their sweet toes. So, here's the proof:
Okay, so we're here. And I'm breathing. And hopefully soon, we will find a cute house, and a wonderful church, and an amazing group of friends! :)
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