New House Chronicles: Kind of Homeless

Today we sold our old house.

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The house we bought right after we got married. The house we brought our second (cute and annoying) little dog home to two months after we moved in.

The house where we entertained friends and family at our annual pool parties, and countless backyard barbecues.

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The house we where brought our first baby home. Where he learned to crawl, and laugh, and where he started talking. Where he celebrated his first birthday and holidays.

It’s also the house where Mike got attacked by hornets. Where we’d suffer through freezing or sweltering temperatures, with no power for weeks at a time after bad storms.

Where countless frogs and chipmunks and the occasional squirrel battled with that beautiful pool, and almost always lost. This is in addition to the animals the dogs sometimes murdered. And the other dead animals foxes and owls (I assume, anyway) dropped in our yard for me to dispose of.

So, I’m a little sad to be leaving. We did have a lot of fun in that house. But I’m not as sad as I was when we left our first house, or as I was when my family left my childhood home.

Maybe it’s because soon, everything will be new and shiny and covered by a warranty. Or because our power lines will be buried, and hopefully I can kiss long-term power outages goodbye.

Maybe it’s because I know Gus won’t remember that house. All his memories will be of our new house, the friends he’ll meet living there, and the games we play in our new, better, yard.

Maybe it’s because moving sucks. And moving with a toddler is ten times harder. Maybe I’ll be sadder once everything settles down.

I think it helps that the people who are buying our house are really nice, and are really excited about living there. And their kids are so excited about having a pool. And they told us it was their “forever home.” 

But wait, you said something about being homeless?

Right. Yes.

The new house still isn’t finished. It does, however, finally have electricity, so hopefully it should only be another two or three weeks before we can move in.

Until then we’re staying with Mike’s parents, who are thrilled about Gus being here (the dogs? not so much) and ohmygod I forgot how nice it is to live five minutes away from a Target.

Twenty Months/Happy Father’s Day!

Twenty months already?! It really does go by in the blink of an eye (even if it doesn’t feel that way when you’re living with a newborn). I can’t believe we’re only a few months away from Gus’ second birthday.

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Likes: I think I have a future chef on my hands (or maybe a kitchen reorganizer) because my rolling pin, and silicone basting brush are two of his favorite things. Granted, I’m in the middle of packing up everything we own so the pickins are slim in the kitchen drawers. And if he’s not destined to be a chef, then he will definitely work in a haunted house – the only thing he loves more than jumping out and scaring us, is me scaring the bejesus out of him.

Dislikes: Communicating what he wants and needs is still really frustrating for Gus. He obviously knows what he wants, but just doesn’t have the ability to ask me. I *have* been working with him on saying please when he asks for things, which has ultimately resulted in a lot of, “mama please,” but I still have no idea what we’re talking about.

Sleep: As long as his teeth aren’t bothering him, Gus sleeps like a champ. He’s still in our bed, and I plan to start the transition to his room as soon as we’re moved into the new house and back from family vacation. He regularly talks in his sleep, which is adorable. A few night ago he sat up and just started making animal sounds, “Baaaaaaa! Moooooo! Uh-oh!” and then laid back down.

Eating: I’m fairly certain Gus’ actual blood-type is apple juice. Maybe goldfish crackers. Probably cheese. They’re the only things I can consistently get him to eat. (By apple juice, I mean mostly water with a splash of juice. God help me the first time he ever has pure, uncut juice.)

Clothes: 18-24 months for pants, 24 months and some 2T for shirts, and pajamas and size 4 diapers.

New Tricks: Gus is starting to combine words into teeny tiny sentences. It’s mostly Hi/Bye + Mama/Dada/Daisy/Jake, or More + Please/Mama/Juice/Bubbles

Teeth: Three of the four canines are through (finally!) and the last one is slowly torturing us all. Tooth tally: 15.

Vocab:
Mama/Dada
Nan
Woof!
Daisy
Jake
No
Night night
Yay!
Toot-toot!
Gus Gus
Yes!
Up!
Down!
Elmo
Nose (nana)
Uh-Oh!
Quack (Mmmmmmaaaaaaa!)
Meow
Moo
Whoa
OH!
Daisy, no!
Cheese
Shoes
Juice
Roar
Monkey sounds
This/That (dat)
Bubbles (babas)
Hello (hey-lo!)
Wow!
You
More
Please (peas)
Hi/Bye
Cracker (cacka)
Boat (bo)
*Boo!
*Fish (vish)
*Go (go-go!)
*Do
*oink-oink
*snake sounds
*Whooooooo (like an owl)
*Baby
*Me

*new this month

… Also, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to my dad, my husband, all the other dads, soon-to-be dads, and someday dads!

We celebrated with breakfast, more packing (we move out on Wednesday!) and a little commissioned cartoon, which is adorable, if you ask me.

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New House Chronicles: Details and Delays

Our kitchen is coming along, and they’ve installed our countertops!

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Mike’s favorite space from the beginning (at least theoretically, based on the blueprints) has been the small butler’s pantry between the kitchen and dining room. Seeing it come together, I find it hard to argue with him (even though my heart belongs to the kitchen).

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They’re in the process of bringing the surrounding yard up to final grade, and we went for a little walk around our lot the last time we were there.

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Our bathrooms are tiled, but toiletless, and difficult to photograph without any lights.

Speaking of lights, they’re all mostly installed too. There’s just no actual electricity yet.

We were supposed to have power two days ago. Now, they say it should be the end of next week. At this point in the process, progress on the inside grinds to a screeching halt without electricity. Our builder and project manager are at the mercy of the electric company.

So we cross our fingers, and we wait.

Meanwhile our current house is under contract! We settle in a month (and we’ve packed a whopping 12 boxes!) and I really, really hope we won’t be (temporarily at least) homeless.

Add to that a teething toddler who occasionally refuses to nap, and I’m not stressed out at all.

Nineteen Months

This month was another month of firsts: first flight, first trip to Kansas, and first at-home haircut (I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself!). I can’t believe we’re counting down to his second birthday already, only five months to go!

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Likes: Balls, balls, balls! All day, we roll balls, and bounce balls, and hit balls with a drumstick. Gus is also really into playing hide and seek now, which consists of him standing behind me for thirty seconds while I pretend I’ve lost him, before he runs out and scares me. He also loves going outside (which is sort of a hassle because out front he runs for the street, and out back he runs for the pool – so we drive to the playground a lot) and he loves to pick dandelions. And after several initial failures, he finally likes bubblebaths! Every night while the tub fills up, he paces around asking for “babas.”

Dislikes: Diaper changes still top the list. Lately Gus’ inability to communicate exactly what he wants is causing all of us (but mostly him) a lot of frustration. Lots of pointing and whining until I figure it out.

Sleep: Aside from some tooth-related pain, he’s sticking to his usual schedule: asleep from 9 to 7:30ish, with a one and a half or two hour nap each afternoon.

Eating: This kid eats like a bird. He’s so skinny, but I swear I try to feed him constantly. He’s really into blackberries, goldfish crackers, saltines and prunes lately.

Clothes: 18-24 months for pants, 24 months for shirts and size 4 diapers.

New Tricks: When you ask him how old he is, Gus holds up one finger. We also all survived Gus’ first plane rides. The first was a little stressful, and the flight home he was out cold the whole time (that one was my favorite, obviously).

Teeth: One canine is through, and the other three are riiiiiiight there. Tooth tally: 13.

Vocab:
Mama/Dada
Nana
Woof!
Daisy
Jake
No
Night night
Yay!
Toot-toot!
Gus Gus
Yes!
Up!
Down!
Elmo
Nose (nana)
Uh-Oh!
Quack (Mmmmmmaaaaaaa!)
Meow
Moo
Whoa
OH!
Daisy, no! (Obviously I’m yelling at the dogs a lot)
Cheeeese!
Shoes
Juice
Roar (whispers Raaaaaaaa!)
Monkey sounds (Eee Eee Ooo Ooo!)
This/That (dat)
*Bubbles (babas)
*Hello (hey-lo!)
*Wow!
*You (usually said in response to “I love you!”)
*More
*Ta-da! (DAAA!)
*Please (peas)
*Hi/Bye
*Cracker (cacka)
*Boat (bo)

*new this month

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First Flight ✈️

Today Gus went on his first flight, and considering he’s teething AND only took a 40 minute nap on the way to the airport, he did amazingly well.

He had a small meltdown about halfway through our two and a half hour flight, and nursing an overtired fidgety toddler wedged between your husband and the carseat isn’t much of a picnic, but it bought us enough time until we landed.

I also have the sinus infection that will. not. end. So that made flying a real treat.

Other fun things that happened: TWO diapers leaked, leaving Gus with soaking wet pants, 👎. The flight crew gave us a First Flight certificate, signed by the pilots 👍!

In the end we made it to Kansas, safe and sound, and ready to celebrate Mike’s grandparents 60th (!) wedding anniversary!