For the past 48 hours I’ve spent more time using cleaning products than the last 48 days. I would say 48 years…but I’m only 29…remember? It’s not really exciting news. Just the most boring to-do list item ever….
I did get to scrape up some wax off the hardwood floor in the dining room. Wait…THAT was the most boring news ever.
Jeremy got a call at 8am from the HVAC guys. They had showed up at the Dream House this mornin’ and we forgot to leave a key. I also forgot that I left both backdoors wide open so thankfully they had access to the basement. I am glad to report that no critters crawled inside….
Yes…Jeremy gave me the dirtiest look in his expression-collection for that one. It burned my retinas to look at him.
On a positive note, the furnace in the basement is halfway complete.
The basement ceiling and walls are patched…and it looks like dog doo. Color me not-surprised.
The thing I am going to miss the most about being in the new house is this guy:
Cole is my 6 year old nephew. My sister is a single mom…and since she works fulltime and my mom works a long day on Wednesdays and can’t watch him, I get Cole-baby all to myself one day a week. I am really going to miss our Wednesday date with him. We always seem to have a grand ole time. Will loves it too.
We tell Cole all the time that he is a big brother to Will. He knows the truth. Just like he knows that his Pappap (who he says is his dad) is not really his father. Those labels are roles to him…and we are happy to know that Cole is going to have the responsibility of being a big brother to Will….and that Will will have someone to look up to. We like to color outside the lines when it comes to love.
One of our favorite things to do when Cole comes over is go into the woods. It is the same woods that Jeremy carved bike paths into. Technically it isn’t our land.
Some guy that lives in North Carolina owns it. Five acres. We walked all the way through it. Most of it is lowlying. Our favorite part was the creek. I did my maternity photos there. A few months ago a couple trees fell and dammed it up….it’s not as pretty now…but we would walk through it together and pretend that it was ours.
I let Will use my Rebel camera last time we were in the woods. I dare say he is a natural. And check out those ears on Will. He looks positively adorable as an elf…and yes, I do plan on making him an costume for Christmas now that I’ve seen how well he could pull it off.
Do you want to know why we are so excited about the Dream House? I mean, sure there is the shmancy moldings and the pretty front porch and the space and the windows and the foreclosure price….but do you want to know what won over my heart? what made me fall deeply in love? what drew me in and grabbed hold and didn’t let go? It was this:
The house sits on a five acre wooded lot. FIVE ACRES. It’s like a dream come true for me. I literally want to cry just thinking about it. And the line is this creek. This beautiful trickling stream of water….
Some people live for excitement. Some can’t live without being near people or shopping or parks….but me? This is what does it for me. the sound of a babbling brook….the sitting and throwing in of leaves and watching them float out of sight….the mystery of a foggy morning in the trees. Those still and small moments in a forest make me feel alive. (enter Colors of the Wind music here!) I am being completely serious. If I could say that anything in this new house was just for me…it would be this…
I know that some people aren’t going to believe that we would buy that spacious home just so that we could have acreage….and those people are right. We aren’t buying just five acres. We are buying five acres of land in a neighborhood. That means that Will can still go trick or treating…that we still will have a sense of community…that we will have folks to wave at on our daily walks….and then in the middle of the afternoon, we get to experience nature. We get to escape and play and go on adventures.
When I was a little girl growing up in South Jersey, we lived in a home that had woods behind the property. I used to pretend that I was Pocohantas…except my Indian name was Cheetah girl. And my special skill was running swiftly through the trees without making a noise. Literally, I would practice walking in the woods without making a single snap, crackle or pop. Ask my sister…she’ll tell you.
Granted, there are treasures in this forest that I am sure Miss Pocohantas didn’t ever see….
So that is what is going on with me.
Anybody else on a 48 hour cleaning streak? Or maybe you just want to tell me that you are a woodsy-type girl too? Perhaps you just want to say how impressive Cole’s photos are? I know…I wouldn’t be surprised if National Geographic picked him up for their next issue. Or maybe you just want to say that Will’s ears are the cutest thing ever….they really are….okay…gotta run…I got elfin ears to go slather with kisses 🙂
p.s. Guess what?! I finally downloaded the video of the basement…WITH THE LIGHTS ON! So be on the look out for that later today!