...I desperately need to feel like at least one area in our house is done. Complete. Finished. So I am now considering the foyer a room and calling it done.
Mirror (thanks, Mom). * Rug (yes, the new "Shops" at Target are bad, bad news). * Nest and Eggs (from Carron, who has impeccable gift-giving taste, lucky me).
When I am up too late, entirely too late, way too late, seeing this in the kid's bathroom at the top of the stairs makes the fact that I'm only going to get four hours of sleep somehow slightly OK. Slightly.
...I told you about the one perfect spiral curl Clara has on the top of her head, right? The humidity of the last week has made it even sweeter:
...we have landscaping and the sweet smell of mulch:
...our porch door is no longer the door to nowhere! And a little boy who loves to say cheeeeeese:
...My first few holes in the walls:
...My "see you later" bowl:
...well, she's not quite Charmer, but we have a new pet. She's a turkey. And she thinks she's ours. We named her Charlie (please note this picture was taken through a screen on the window because I have an irrational fear of wild turkeys):
...and I found my scrapbook desk. It was buried under a pile of paper. And guess what? It's a humongous desk! At least compared to the 2x3 space I was working on at our rental. And I made a few things using Studio Calico's latest kit:
...I love that Charlie wakes up to this every morning:
...I love our driveway:
...I love her eyelashes. I love that she is getting up on all fours and starting to move. I love that today she went from those all fours to sitting up and I was so freaking proud of her like she'd won the Olympics, figured out the solution to peace in the Middle East, and performed brain surgery all at the same time. I realize none of this has anything to do with scenery:
I love that even on the rainiest of days, my drive home from Target was still so pretty and green:
I love our library. I love that you park your car right in front (for free!) and just walk right in that big front door:
I love our town:
...I want to share pictures of the house, I really really do, but there's still so much to do and I don't want to show her off until she's ready. Kind of like modeling the pink sequined prom dress for your date before you get your hair and makeup done (oh, come on, you know the pink sequined prom dress had to come back EVENTUALLY!)
...So I'm going to start sharing some snippets of our new life here and call it, "Things I love."
Today's, in random order:
1. We were passing the farm near our house the other day and the farmer was out tilling his field (tilling! new word!) I slowed the car down and actually stopped so Charlie could see this massive machine at work. The farmer stopped his tractor, got out, and waved at Charlie. People here are nice. And not in a, "I'm going to be nice to your face and then turn around and say how ugly your pink sequined prom dress is" way but in a genuine, "I'm going to wave to you when I pass you on the street, and I mean it" way.
2. I had Charlie's IEP meeting at what will be his elementary school yesterday and feel SO good about the people he will be working with on his speech.
3. I did a search on etsy soon after we moved to see if there were any local artists (long shot). And came across the work of Lindsay Bolin. I quickly snatched up two prints:
If you want to see more, here is Lindsay's blog.
4. I threw a baby shower last weekend. I needed it to be as low stress as possible. I got the idea from Pinterest to keep baby food jars and fill them with flowers for a favor. I love when other people think creatively for me.
5. Charlie started t-ball last weekend. It's going to be interesting as he was far more interested in swirling the dirt and playing on the playground. Here he is, "warming up,":
7. Just because she's cute. And wants to move so, so, so bad. And has one perfect little spiral curl right on the tip-top of her head:
No? Me neither.
...no Internet, no phone, no tv. Primitive living at its best. How did people from the 1930's survive without an iPhone?
We are home.
...and by games, I mean, "It's a good thing Ken took the week off work to assemble all this IKEA furniture."
...in nine days we will be sleeping here under the big country sky (with no police helicopters. How odd).
Well, I guess I probably won't be sleeping in the great room. I might sleep in the kitchen though. There's a trash compactor behind there. I love compacting trash.
I think I will probably spend the first night organizing and then reorganizing the shelves in this beauty:
I have never, ever been so excited about laundering:
...or shaving my legs:
This week will be busy. New paint color, screens on the porch, carpet in the bedrooms, mirrors on the walls, gravel in the driveway, patio in the back, landscaping in the beds. And for me? Counting the hours. Counting the hours.
...carrying this little papoose in the Baby Bjorn for the better part of four hours:
...because there was lots to do. And decisions to be made. Who knew there were 6,267 shades of gray?
(Notice that my testing got larger and more vigorous toward the end).
We have a mudroom. I'm gonna fill those sparkly white cabinets up with mud. Lots of it.
(I think our builder did a damn good job using this as his inspiration...Baskets are coming for shoes. I don't like to see shoes. I like to wear them).
We went with Weathered Oak for our stain color. It's 11:12 p.m. and I feel like a weathered oak.
The shower for washing off all that mud from the mudroom:
The bath tile is from here and I can't recommend them enough.
Hello, kid's bath:
They'll keep it this clean, right?
"Riiiiight," Charlie says as he kicks mud on to the back of the driver's seat.
I saved the best for last:
Bye for now, little house:
