Change is Happening

...and a wee bit stressful.

Last December, we embarked on--what we thought was a three month renovation of our kitchen and bathooms.  Eight months later, we moved in to our beautifully remodeled home. 

Three weeks later, the horrific Hurricane Harvey flooded/wiped out everything in his path--including most of our neighborhood.  While water didn't "flood" our house directly, it came up through the weep holes and wept up the walls for the next eight days (thanks to no electricity and our need to be evacuated).  Most people lost everything they owned, and many lost their lives and/or the lives of loved ones. 

Counting our blessings, we moved out and began another home redo.   "Aunt Chasity and Uncle Darren" kindly took their house off the market and allowed us to rent from them while ours gets repaired.  So, for the next few months, we are living in Dickinson.

In the meantime, Troy has been busy as ever, and we've been told by doctors/specialists that Ella has Dyslexia.  Most of my days are spent dealing with contractors, adjusters, specialists, Google searching--and, trying to find things in boxes. 

They say change is good and breaks up routine.  Um, yes, that would be a definite truth.  

Since I'm fond of happy endings, I will end on a happy note:  we got a new puppy a day or two before Harvey blew through.  Meet Willy the Conqueror Broussard....  He is definitely Dag-a-roo's shadow--and annoying little brother (at times;).