You JUST did!

Finally, someone said it.  Every time we talk to someone about the fire, they love to point out all the remodeling we get to do.  They get all excited about the fact that now we get to make the house the way we want it.
But finally, the other day, our cousin, Christina, said what I've been thinking all along: "You JUST did it!"

EXACTLY.

It was just three years ago we bought that house.  It was just three years ago that Jesse and I spent an entire summer standing in that house scraping layer after layer of wallpaper and replacing it with paint.  We went to Home-A-Rama to get ideas on the house and came home excited about paint colors and decorating ideas.  We became best friends with the cashier at the paint shop in town as we borrowed paint samples, chose paint colors, and redid paint colors.  Saturday night dates were spent at Lowe's picking out chandeliers, blinds, and ceiling fans.  The search for silver curtains to hang in our dining room became the search for the Holy Grail until we finally found the perfect set.  Finding the right shade of green for the kitchen was a task we never did quite get - after painting it three times, we gave up.  The couch-hunt was a fun one, although handing the ecstatic Macy's worker our credit card hurt a little.  Little did we know we'd regret that couch decision, since microfiber isn't the greatest for baby spit up and poo.  Finally pulling the blankets from our windows when we finally found the right shades for our kitchen was exciting, even though Mom was convinced you could see us through them when you drove down Spalding Ave.  Front porch swing.  Rugs.  Prints.  So many decisions to make that house our home.  We JUST did it.

And it isn't even that.

It was just four years ago that we got married - which means it was just four years ago we stood in Macy's and Bed, Bath & Beyond with little scan guns choosing every little detail we'd want to fill our home.  Dishes - are the bowls big enough? Too big?  Do we want square plates or round plates?  Solid or patterned? 
Do we need an ice cream scooper?  A pizza cutter?  A hot dog slicer?
How many spatulas, cutting boards, mixing spoons, etc do we really need?
What color bedding will fit that perfect shade of paint we have in our bedroom?  Is it too manly or too feminine?
How many picture frames will we need?  What size? What shape?  
Will that garbage can fit in our kitchen? 

You get the point.

And don't even get me started on the fact that it was also just three years ago I did the same for baby stuff.

Seriously.  We JUST did this.