Well, that was the longest blogging break I've taken in ever.
It's been a combination of all of the things. Some very good, actually. Others...well, um, you know how when they interview bomb survivors and they all talk about taking a minute after the blast to make sure their arms and legs are still attached? Very metaphorically, a lot like that.
But, obviously, I'm typing so my limbs are good. (Metaphorically and otherwise.) And Little Miss and I had the silliest conversation today, and I found myself really wanting to write it down here:
Little Miss: If you go through the car wash with the windows open, do you die?
Me: No, but you would get very wet.
Little Miss: Brother says you would die.
Me: Your brother is wrong, but I still need you to know that it's a very bad idea.
(Note: She has just recently learned to roll the car windows down by herself, and is experimenting with the feature wildly and often. I'm still wondering if the wiser choice might have been to have answered her initial question "Yes!" and stopped there.)
And also, the kids got new bikes for Easter and we've been taking advantage of the beautiful weather this week to work on learning to ride them.
The Kid is right at that spot where he just needs to get 30 seconds of good balance to get the feel of it and he'll be off. Little Miss is a bit confused at the difference between forward pedaling and backward pedaling (i.e. braking), but she's is extremely motivated to keep trying because her bike has a rainbow basket (!!) and streamers (!!!). By the end of the summer, I fear we'll have two cycling daredevils.
Actually, I don't fear it. I'm heart-glad to envision it.
And for said summer--here's the really good thing I hinted at up top--we'll be living in our new house.
Yes, indeed, we have sold the Hacienda and will (next month) be heading off to adventures at our new place. While we probably will try to come up with something better eventually, in my head I have dubbed it "the Grandma House", and those initial nicknames seem to have a way of sticking.
The name started because, the first time Sweet Husband showed me pictures of the house online, I thought he was joking because parts of it are so dated.
But then he convinced me to go look, and--much as I expected otherwise--it got stuck in my brain, and, worse yet, my heart...until I was the one convincing him that it was the one and losing all chill re: our negotiations to buy it.
In the end, while there are parts that are pretty dated...and while some of the de-granny-fication is going to take us a few years....the old girl has great bones and a lot of potential. And, in the very best ways, there is something about her that actually reminds me of my grandparents house and all of the good memories I have of visiting them while I was growing up. It feels like it's going to be our home, you know?
Full "before" pictures will be posted in due course, but a teaser for now:
I still don't know if I'm really back-back for writing here a lot. I have too many balls in the air to make promises. But I do know that I have missed it (and you--all the friends I have here) so I'm certainly going to keep trying to pop in at least once a week or so.
Have a nice weekend, all!