On the eighth day of living with my parents Bug learned how to throw herself out of her pack ‘n play.
She is usually very happy to go to bed, but on this particular evening she was dead-set against it.
She screamed and thrashed about as only a toddler can, and we put her into her “bed” (she’s sleeping in the pack ‘n play until we move to the new house) anyway and told her goodnight and let her continue to scream.
A few minutes later, walking past her room – she’s still screaming violently – I notice the door shaking and momentarily worried that the house had a poltergeist.
No. Just Bug banging on the door to get out, because she hiked her little leg up over the side of the pack ‘n play and threw her little body onto the floor to escape.
So I went back in, and tried to calm her down. At this point she was pretty inconsolable, but I did what I could, and when I saw that she was breathing once again I put her back into the pack ‘n play.
This time, I stood outside the door and waited to see what she would do.
Minutes later I hear a “thud” – still screaming – and the door began to rattle again.
She seems to mostly just throw herself out – and I do mean throw, because she definitely is not big enough to gracefully climb out – of the pack ‘n play when she’s very, very upset - which isn’t so very often.
Although, two mornings later I was rudely awakened by a little face in mine that said “Mama!” and scared me half to death. This time she had managed to climb out without the screaming and stealthily get her little self out of the room and into our room – all with paci and blankie in hand.
Future Hairstylist
Day six of living with my parents, it got very hot. So I left MissBug downstairs as I quickly ran upstairs to shut the windows so we could turn on the air conditioning.
Only two minutes later, when I came back downstairs, I found her happily pushing her baby around the foyer in her baby stroller. She had about ½ an inch of Vaseline spread across both cheeks, down the front of her shins, in her hair, and on her baby’s face.
MissBug was quite proud of her new ‘do’ – and thought that she looked very beautiful.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Vaseline out of hair? (I know some of you do.) And for those that don’t – well, it’s HARD.
The internet told us to put cornstarch in it. MissBug thoroughly enjoyed the corn-starching process as well.
Just an FYI, cornstarch worked – eventually. After three separate washings with cornstarch, and many, many other baths.
Only two minutes later, when I came back downstairs, I found her happily pushing her baby around the foyer in her baby stroller. She had about ½ an inch of Vaseline spread across both cheeks, down the front of her shins, in her hair, and on her baby’s face.
MissBug was quite proud of her new ‘do’ – and thought that she looked very beautiful.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Vaseline out of hair? (I know some of you do.) And for those that don’t – well, it’s HARD.
The internet told us to put cornstarch in it. MissBug thoroughly enjoyed the corn-starching process as well.
Just an FYI, cornstarch worked – eventually. After three separate washings with cornstarch, and many, many other baths.Something About this House...
So we've been living with my parents now for five days. And two of those five days have had somewhat - I'll call them, interesting - happenings with little Miss Bug.
On Wednesday she took an extra - and brief - late afternoon nap. She was quiet for about 20 minutes and then I heard her talking and playing. She spends a lot of time in her crib talking to her animals and telling them things like "no, no, no" (they must be very naughty animals), and asking them if they'd like "milk?." Which really could be anything...
So, true to form, I heard her happily babbling away and just let her stay in there for another ten minutes or so.
When I came upstairs and opened the door, she turned to me and put her finger to her lips and said "shhhhh" - this struck me as funny because she'd never done this before, so I didn't notice right away that what she had been so happily playing with was poop.
All. over. everything.
On Wednesday she took an extra - and brief - late afternoon nap. She was quiet for about 20 minutes and then I heard her talking and playing. She spends a lot of time in her crib talking to her animals and telling them things like "no, no, no" (they must be very naughty animals), and asking them if they'd like "milk?." Which really could be anything...
So, true to form, I heard her happily babbling away and just let her stay in there for another ten minutes or so.
When I came upstairs and opened the door, she turned to me and put her finger to her lips and said "shhhhh" - this struck me as funny because she'd never done this before, so I didn't notice right away that what she had been so happily playing with was poop.
All. over. everything.
Campbell Avenue
Last Tuesday we closed on our now former house, and we spent the weekend finishing the packing and loading up all our belongings. We rented two PODS and filled them to the brim, and what didn’t fit in the PODS is now parked in my parent’s garage, or J’s parent’s horse trailer.
Today J is meeting with the buyers to give them our keys.
Yesterday, as we left the house for the last time it was heart-breakingly sad. It was empty, but it was still full of memories. I cried and cried over a silly house.
So many memories. Holidays, Christmases, gatherings. We spent our first night of marriage in that house. We brought home our baby girl to that house.
We slaved over that house. But it was a work of love, and I keep reminding myself that we rescued that house and made it a home. When we bought it, only squirrels were willing to live in it. There was no working plumbing, the gutters and soffits were falling off, the roof was caving in, and it was so disgusting that words can’t describe to you the mess.
I love the history of this home. I used to like to think about the family that built it in 1929, and what they would think of the state we found it in four years ago. I like to imagine and try to count how many families may have lived in it during its 80-year history. I like to think about how many new babies may have come home to that house.
Now, only four years later, it’s a beautiful little home once again that a new family is going to continue to make memories in.
Our work here is done.
Today J is meeting with the buyers to give them our keys.
Yesterday, as we left the house for the last time it was heart-breakingly sad. It was empty, but it was still full of memories. I cried and cried over a silly house.
So many memories. Holidays, Christmases, gatherings. We spent our first night of marriage in that house. We brought home our baby girl to that house.
We slaved over that house. But it was a work of love, and I keep reminding myself that we rescued that house and made it a home. When we bought it, only squirrels were willing to live in it. There was no working plumbing, the gutters and soffits were falling off, the roof was caving in, and it was so disgusting that words can’t describe to you the mess.
I love the history of this home. I used to like to think about the family that built it in 1929, and what they would think of the state we found it in four years ago. I like to imagine and try to count how many families may have lived in it during its 80-year history. I like to think about how many new babies may have come home to that house.
Now, only four years later, it’s a beautiful little home once again that a new family is going to continue to make memories in.
Our work here is done.
Here's the News
It's been awhile, I know. We've been busy! Here's a quick re-cap of the past few weeks:
While we had an accepted offer on the house, we still had the inspection and the appraisal to go through... so that's kept us busy for the past two weeks. The inspection went OK, but there were a few items that were just ridiculous. We got dinged on our electrical, because the inspector didn't know what he was doing - or maybe because he was too lazy to do it - but either way, we have had to have an electrician come and verify that everything was fine - which of course it was - but it still cost us $150 bucks. That, among other things, has kept us busy with setting up estimates, having handymen in and out of the house, and other things.
In the meantime, we were supposed to close on the house tomorrow - but we asked for an extension - and now we're closing on the house on May 12th. Yippee!!! This has just been a whirlwind.
I haven't even BEGUN to pack. And we've got to be out by May 19th - so if you want to come over and help pack... (oh, and PS - anyone know where I can get a million boxes?)
***deep breath. don't panic. deep breath***
"So, where are you going to live?"
We'll, if you asked me that a week ago, I would have said, "We have no idea."
But as of Friday, we put an offer on a house at 9am and by noon we had an accepted offer!!! So, we are trying to do a quick close on that new house to get us in it ASAP - and the in between time we're going to live with my parents for a few weeks.
The new house is EXACTLY what we've always wanted - except for the minor detail that it's a teeny bit ugly.
It's a 1971 tri-level, except it doesn't exactly feel like a tri-level, in Franklin Township (SE Indy). It's on 1.2 acres next to a pond, but it's in a one-street neighborhood, so it's the perfect combination of country and suburbs for us. There is an attached garage, but there is also a two-car detached garage for Justin's "man cave."
I am never ever moving again.
So in the meantime, we've been doing the daily life things - work, family, friends, more work - and enjoying this nice summery weather. Lily and I went to the Zoo with my Dad, and we've had some fun playdates at the park.
I have tons of pictures to post, but I'd rather be honest with you and tell you, it's probably not going to happen any time soon. I've lost the cord to connect to my computer, and I don't have the time/energy to upload, sort, photoshop and the whole she-bang right now anyway.
I'll be glad when all this is over. I'm REALLY excited about decorating our new home, and all the space I'll have for gardening. And having a new place makes leaving our current home a whole lot easier. It's just amazing how all this is working out.
It doesn't really change how I really feel, though.
I am never ever ever moving again. I hope.
While we had an accepted offer on the house, we still had the inspection and the appraisal to go through... so that's kept us busy for the past two weeks. The inspection went OK, but there were a few items that were just ridiculous. We got dinged on our electrical, because the inspector didn't know what he was doing - or maybe because he was too lazy to do it - but either way, we have had to have an electrician come and verify that everything was fine - which of course it was - but it still cost us $150 bucks. That, among other things, has kept us busy with setting up estimates, having handymen in and out of the house, and other things.
In the meantime, we were supposed to close on the house tomorrow - but we asked for an extension - and now we're closing on the house on May 12th. Yippee!!! This has just been a whirlwind.
I haven't even BEGUN to pack. And we've got to be out by May 19th - so if you want to come over and help pack... (oh, and PS - anyone know where I can get a million boxes?)
***deep breath. don't panic. deep breath***
"So, where are you going to live?"
We'll, if you asked me that a week ago, I would have said, "We have no idea."
But as of Friday, we put an offer on a house at 9am and by noon we had an accepted offer!!! So, we are trying to do a quick close on that new house to get us in it ASAP - and the in between time we're going to live with my parents for a few weeks.
The new house is EXACTLY what we've always wanted - except for the minor detail that it's a teeny bit ugly.
It's a 1971 tri-level, except it doesn't exactly feel like a tri-level, in Franklin Township (SE Indy). It's on 1.2 acres next to a pond, but it's in a one-street neighborhood, so it's the perfect combination of country and suburbs for us. There is an attached garage, but there is also a two-car detached garage for Justin's "man cave."
I am never ever moving again.
So in the meantime, we've been doing the daily life things - work, family, friends, more work - and enjoying this nice summery weather. Lily and I went to the Zoo with my Dad, and we've had some fun playdates at the park.
I have tons of pictures to post, but I'd rather be honest with you and tell you, it's probably not going to happen any time soon. I've lost the cord to connect to my computer, and I don't have the time/energy to upload, sort, photoshop and the whole she-bang right now anyway.
I'll be glad when all this is over. I'm REALLY excited about decorating our new home, and all the space I'll have for gardening. And having a new place makes leaving our current home a whole lot easier. It's just amazing how all this is working out.
It doesn't really change how I really feel, though.
I am never ever ever moving again. I hope.
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