So, about a month ago, while rocking little e to sleep, I was watching documentaries. First it was on chefs, then it morphed to the nature and science of cooking, after that, I watched one on sustainability, and finally on minimalism.  As a pastor’s kid, my family was minimalist to begin with.  We made to with what was passed our way, and my mom was amazing at keeping a clean home while being an artist, juggling three very different kids, and being that sweet (and spicy) pastor’s wife and all the job titles associated with it.

My superhero mom with little e

My superhero mom with little e

Currently, husband and I have been talking for a while about whether we are outgrowing our home.  A family of four in a three-bedroom house (I know, in most metro-areas, we have struck GOLD!  Let’s mention the nearly two backyards we have…), but visiting family and an upright piano has made things, well, cramped.

Enter, “Clutterfree with Kids” by Joshua Becker.  Part-cultish, part-logic, this book has already shed light on the fact that we may (or may not) be living in a perfectly fine sized home.  It may just happen to be filled with clutter.  And our priorities, also, may be filled with clutter.  So this weekend, I decided to flex my beginning minimalist muscles: the fridge.  I filled an entire 10 gallon bucket with organics waste (all out-of-date), two recycling bins and then cleaned out the glass.  What remains is a very organized, only-needed-items space.  If the fridge can look this good, what could happen to the living room? …..basement?

Next step: move the kids together (we are pumping big E on the excitement train!), hold a garage sale (get ready, Saint Paul.  lots of great baby things coming your way!), and de-clutter our little home. Then we can talk about our space and whether we need more of it.