As I have warned you before, I prefer to call my husband, Dick, Dickie, Dickie Boy, or when I am really mad, RICHARD!
My Dick and I were set up on a blind date in April 2011. I would give the exact date, but I always forget it and my husband is not here to remind me. My brother and Dick’s best friend, Patrick, made the whole thing happen. Therefore, we were very leery about the whole thing that was happening. Dickie took to me a Cleveland Indians game. Probably the last time that he ever spent that much money on good tickets. We had the best conversation, he taught me more about baseball than I ever knew. We went to the bar to get drinks afterwards. And then that asshole didn’t call me for TWO DAYS!!!
Fast forward to June 2012. My Dick proposed to me on the most beautiful beach in Oahu, Hawaii. We were there for another one of his best friend’s weddings. It was a total shock. So much so that I too got down on one knee. I don’t know? I guess I thought we were playing a game.
We were married on a hot and humid July 6th of 2013. It was perfect. I never left the dance floor. Dick never left the bar. And we had the best time! (I am kidding. We were, obviously, together quite a bit!)
At the end of August 2013, I found out that I was 4 weeks pregnant. At the beginning of November, November 8th to be exact, I lost the wee one at home. It was the worst night of my life. Of our lives. I’ll talk more about it one day. But for now, let’s keep it fun! (Really quick though! Please know that if you have had a miscarriage, you are not alone. They are more common than you think. And your own pain will not compare to anyone else’s. That being said, I am here if you need to talk about it. Always, always here! I hate that there is still a stigma around something about 10-20% of women go through!)
Moving right along! I had my Ricky in November 2014. Then in June 2016, we sold our tiny condo and moved in with my in laws for the next ten months. Hank was born in October 2016. Our house was finished in April 2017. I had Valerie in May of 2018. And my sweet Georgie B. was just born on March 17, 2020! (Yes, George is a St. Patty’s Day/Pandemic of 2020 baby!! Super special, that one!) We also have a sweet pup, Garth Frances. And a tortoise named Hermie.
These babies are the reason we decided to build our house on a nice little 2 acre slice of Heaven, with a big ole hickory tree watching over our every move. While this is our home already, it was the minute we moved in, we work hard to turn every aspect of it into us. Into our dream home. The veggie garden. The big back porch. The painting. The cleaning. The decorating. The amazing woodworking that My Dick does. And the love and laughter that rings out and echoes on these walls. We won’t stop turnering our house into a home until the day we die. (Kind of morbid. I know.)
So that is us. We are the Turners. We are always evolving. Always changing. Almost always happy. I’m pretty transparent about most things. (My Dick and I are stubborn as mules, so there are some drag outs. But I usually win, so it’s not too bad.) So I will be as open as I can on this blog. But while I am an open book, I also believe that some things are better left unsaid. So I just won’t say them.
Follow me while I turn this house into a home!!!
Always, Erin
Our Babies!!!
Turnering Our House Into A Home 