Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Listing

So here it is.

We listed our house shortly after Cinco de Mayo. Some people remember when events occur based on oh, say, the birth of a child. Nope, I remember dates based on margaritas.

We put our house on the market and the first people to see the house made an offer on it. We went back and forth and back and forth with counter offers until we finally settled on an unsettling thing: we were selling our house at a huge loss. The price we agreed upon was fair, based on what other houses in our neighborhood are selling for, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Feeling like selling the house with a big loss in every way, I walked through our under-contract-house. And I looked out the windows at the squirrels in the back yard that torment Echo every day. If you had asked me a day earlier, I would have said that those squirrels drove me crazy. And the small backyard drove me crazy. The kitchen wasn’t big enough and the school district that we are in isn’t good enough. But now, looking through a different lens, I smiled at those squirrels. After all, they were “our” squirrels. And I started to reminisce about what this house has given us.

We moved into our house a year or so after we were married. No kids, just our sweet little girl, Echo. We have gone through the trials and tribulations of IVF and were thrilled to be able to bring home our two beautiful kids to this house. It’s the place where “Margarentals” was born and “Make Your Mark”. It’s the house where Connor hit his head on the wall and we rushed him to Childrens Hospital for stitches. It’s the house where we had a major water pipe burst in our front yard the day we brought Connor home from the hospital. We’ve had countless fun adventures with our neighborhood friends and have seen everyone change as their families grew. I remember months of “bed rest” when I was pregnant with Blake. I memorized every nook and cranny in the ceiling in our room. I remember Dennis’ 30th birthday and the “White Trash Birthday Bash” that was so much fun. (By the way, we never figured out who peed on the floor in our office during the party?)

Now, seven years later, the house feels like it’s busting at the seams. I’ve felt stressed at the busting-ness of the house but now, in this moment, I feel a sense of appreciation for what this house has given us. And how it has tolerated us and our sometimes crazy antics. So I’m learning that it isn’t what we’re leaving or what we’re giving up but rather it is a focus on what we now have and where are going, together, as a family. There’s really nothing wrong with the squirrels on the fence or the size of our yard. The kitchen is a fine size and it’s absolutely perfect for us pre-kids. It’s the perfect house for another couple and I hope that it brings them as much joy and happiness as we have had while we lived here.

We’re moving on and moving forward. We’re not really leaving anything behind but rather, we are taking a lot of treasured memories and great friendships with us.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Happy 9 Months

May 19, 2012

Dear Blake,

Your crawling progressed quite quickly. You started getting up on your knees and rocking back and forth a few weeks ago. Then you started to do this “flounder” thing where you’ll be on your belly and just flap your arms and legs around as much as possible. It’s like you are a fish stuck on dry land. Or maybe you are trying to fly. Now, though, your army crawl is your primary means of fast transport from one place to another. You just drop down onto your belly and off you go.

Between crawling, exploring the house with the aid of your walker and bouncing (even when we hold you), you are always on the go. Connor has started to get a little frustrated with how quickly you can get over to him and put your hands all over his toys. They must taste better than yours because you are always drawn to whatever HE is playing with rather than your own play things.

When BAM was feeding you one day, you two created this game of tilting your head back and forth. We now have sound affects (boop-boop-boop-boop) to go along with your head bobbing. If Connor, your dad or I do it first and then say, “Blake, it’s your turn”, you perform right on que. It’s so sweet and you absolutely adore the attention that it gets you.

These last photos are my favorites.  After I took a few pictures of you outside, I sat you down for two minutes so that I could warm your bottle.  You weren't too excited about waiting two minutes... or waiting at all, for that matter.  It's probably safe to say that you get your patience (or lack there-of) from your mom. 

I am not looking forward to your nine month appointment this week because I know that means more shots for you. Shots equate to big crocodile tears and I wish that I could do anything in the world to prevent you from having them roll down your sweet cheeks. You cry so rarely that when you do, it makes me stop and try to end whatever is causing you frustration or to be upset. Vaccinations, I’m afraid, are just a necessary evil that we both must deal with.

An interesting thing that will come out of the doctor visit will be an update on your growth. I have no doubt that you are growing faster than every other child on this planet (you are wearing 18-24 month clothes at present) but your teeth have GOT to make their debut sooner than later. I haven’t seen many one or two year olds with dentures, so I guess I need to relax about that but c’mon, where are those suckers?

Thank you for your incredibly sweet demeanor and those beautiful smiles. Your baby babble tells me that you have lots of important things to share…and I know that I’ll be hearing real words come out of your little mouth sooner than I realize. Thank you for being you.

I love you.