Moving In
Well, last time we moved to a new house, back in 2008, our family looked like this:
We grew a little bit in the almost 8 years we lived there, in a lot of ways. And here we were on our last day there.
Our little dollhouse. We laughed and cried there, buried cats and chickens and flushed fish there, broke arms, had surgery, sweated, fretted, relied on the Lord and the ward, and grew.
Our final act before leaving to live in our friends' basement for a week between houses was to tour the house together, and then all crowd into one of the loft closets and immortalize ourselves and the time we spent in our first real home.
After a week of life in a graciously offered basement apartment, we were so pumped to finally move in! We've lost all sense of shame since we moved into our first house, obviously.
The two of us showed up at 2:30 on a Monday. Nate's first act, if you must know, was to go #1 in the master bathroom. (We have a master bathroom!!!) The #1 part is important to note, because when he flushed, the toilet overflowed. And that's how it all began! We mopped up the mess and a few days later when we actually had time to take a look at it, we found quite the surprise.
Here are just a few photos of how it's all gone down since then.
Tons of help unloading and setting up. What would we do without our people - whether unpacking a truck or listening to our blubberings from afar. We are so blessed.
We're slowly getting to know our house - adjusting to having a gas stove, trying (mostly in vain) to figure out which light switches go to what, realizing that the loud thumping in the night is the dishwasher and not an axe murderer . . .
We are loving the yard. It is just about the right mix of wild and tame and there are flowering trees and, well, flowers, everywhere. If my intel is correct, we have a plum tree, four apple trees, two cherry (one bing, one pie), and a pear tree (possibly containing a partridge). Notably absent are peaches, but I like the list so far! It's great to have a fenced backyard and to be on a culdesac that the kids can ride their bikes in. The privacy is wonderful, and we have exchanged traffic sounds for bird songs. The kids have so much more freedom to explore because it's so much safer. Loving it!
We grew a little bit in the almost 8 years we lived there, in a lot of ways. And here we were on our last day there.
Our little dollhouse. We laughed and cried there, buried cats and chickens and flushed fish there, broke arms, had surgery, sweated, fretted, relied on the Lord and the ward, and grew.
Our final act before leaving to live in our friends' basement for a week between houses was to tour the house together, and then all crowd into one of the loft closets and immortalize ourselves and the time we spent in our first real home.
After a week of life in a graciously offered basement apartment, we were so pumped to finally move in! We've lost all sense of shame since we moved into our first house, obviously.
The two of us showed up at 2:30 on a Monday. Nate's first act, if you must know, was to go #1 in the master bathroom. (We have a master bathroom!!!) The #1 part is important to note, because when he flushed, the toilet overflowed. And that's how it all began! We mopped up the mess and a few days later when we actually had time to take a look at it, we found quite the surprise.
For those of you who are not video watchers, the previous occupant had flushed a bar of soap down the toilet.
Here are just a few photos of how it's all gone down since then.
Tons of help unloading and setting up. What would we do without our people - whether unpacking a truck or listening to our blubberings from afar. We are so blessed.
We're slowly getting to know our house - adjusting to having a gas stove, trying (mostly in vain) to figure out which light switches go to what, realizing that the loud thumping in the night is the dishwasher and not an axe murderer . . .
Sallie and Kim left this couch on our doorstep at 10:00 one night. We have the best friends!
Boxes, boxes everywhere.
Some snow.
And some sunshine.
We are very much looking forward to moving past a house that this sort of magazine actually belongs in:
(Seriously, we get at least one like this every day.)
To one that's more our style:
As a result, we are going on lots of dates (justifiable because sharing a box of Swedish Fish definitely constitutes a date) and trips to Lowes and the like.
Gratuitous picture of Asa the hambone.
We have a lot more space than before, which is taking some getting used to. Mostly it's amazing. For example, we've lived in this house for three weekends, and had overnight company for every single one of them! A guest room is such a luxury! And we've hosted not one, but two birthday bashes and not felt like we were sardines in a can watching someone blow out candles! Wow! For some strange reason that makes me a little sad, though. Loss of innocence or something like that.
We are loving the yard. It is just about the right mix of wild and tame and there are flowering trees and, well, flowers, everywhere. If my intel is correct, we have a plum tree, four apple trees, two cherry (one bing, one pie), and a pear tree (possibly containing a partridge). Notably absent are peaches, but I like the list so far! It's great to have a fenced backyard and to be on a culdesac that the kids can ride their bikes in. The privacy is wonderful, and we have exchanged traffic sounds for bird songs. The kids have so much more freedom to explore because it's so much safer. Loving it!
Leah's roly poly home.
Asa picks flowers every day.
It looks like snow, but it's petals!
We are close to all kinds of trails. We went hiking last week. On a Wednesday. And were back before bedtime. Watch out!
Yeah! It looks wonderful! I really love the birthday bash picture. Hilarious. I can't wait to come visit someday! And a bar a soap??? What?
ReplyDeleteSounds great! Congrats on your new home!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your new place! The fruit trees and hiking trails sound amazing. My boys would be very jealous on account of those trees.
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