On Sunday, Keira turned 4 months old. The little chunk is healthy and happy – well maybe not always happy. She weighs in at just under 15 pounds now, which, if she were a baby boxer, would put her in the light heavyweight division. She has officially learned to roll over. Yeah! Well, yeah for about 2 seconds until we realized that we now have no way to get her to sleep. The whole 4 month sleep regression thing is alive and well in our house. Long gone are the 6-7 hour stretches. They’ve been replaced with hours of the dummy falling out and being put back in at all hours of the night (and day). She’s also been a little grumpier than usual over the last little bit, which I think (based on hours of Googling and book reading and app downloading) comes down to the massive changes she’s going through. Her language and mobility skills are transforming so much that she ends up being a little worn out and a little ticked off. We’ve been spending a lot of quality time together since she likes to have our attention at all times.
It also happened to be Mother’s Day here in the UK on Sunday. Because we live here, I get aMother’s Day all to myself (although I did call my Mumsy). Mother’s Day is the best day ever and for a very good reason. Mom’s work hard. And Dad’s (and children once they’re able) should reward accordingly. I now realize on a whole other level what my mom went through (mostly with my brother – just kidding, Krev!). Phil – being the amazing husband that he is – booked me in for a massage, made some delicious French toast and gave me a couple of hours to myself. That’s right – the highlight of my week has moved beyond going to the dentist! I got a coffee (a ridiculously expensive and tiny one – £3.10 = $5.84. Now I’ll stop converting ever again). I did a little shopping – in hind sight it was for Keira (note to self: must go back to spending money on myself).
On Sunday (jeez a lot happened Sunday), we went out to the eastern outskirts of London to view a property that was for rent (click here to see the house). It is a beautiful and huge Victorian terraced home. It has 3 bedrooms and was newly painted and had more space than we would know what to do with. And we didn’t take it! For some reason, it just didn’t feel right. Phil and I logically knew that this was the best house in that neighbourhood that we would be able to find for rent. And yet there was something neither of us could put our finger on. We were even the first people to view it. It was ours for the taking. We both left feeling uneasy and a little sad. In London you have to make decisions on properties quickly, so we turned the property down. And after much soul searching we realized why – we want to own something that is ours. We want the feeling of a home where we can put up art and paint the walls whatever colour suits us and have a home. Since having Keira, this feeling has only grown more. So – here today – on this blog, I’m making a public declaration that we are going to own a home. I often times find myself dancing around the topic and quite honestly feeling like a failure for not owning something already. I want to be empowered in creating the life we want, so I’m putting it out there to the world that it will all come together. And we have some significant hurdles – being in the country for a relatively short period of time no one wants to lend you much, transferring Canadian money when the dollar is in the toilet, living in one of the most expensive places in the world. And I know we can do it.