Sometimes I avoid taking “risks” with the boys because I worry that in the midst of being far away chaos will strike or that naps and meals will be so messed up. But you know what?! Today was really awesome, dare I say magical! The boys were totally into the aquarium. We did not have a single fuss and we stopped at every tank, observed this world and even did lunch and double diaper duty. Lesson: take more risks with these two, they can totally handle it.
One week ago, we moved in to our new house. It feels like we have been here a whole lot longer! Maybe it was spending the holiday here that cemented this location into our family or just the hectic first week which “settled” us in. Regardless, this place is starting to feel like home and there are very few items of discontent here. We are getting accustomed to the quiet and the space of this “country” feel and I never want my winter break to end. Can I just hibernate with my hubs and littles here until spring?
Seeing the boxes makes it hard to really soak up what is going on. The denial is REAL. When will it hit me exactly that we are moving away from our first home together? The emotions started to bubble up Thursday night. Henry and Owen were sitting in the tub together and both of them were laughing as the water splashed up into the air and it hit me for a moment. We are leaving this happy home. This was the last tub they would have together in that bath. And as I type it out now, I feel that same wave of nostalgia for all things about this space and time. We have been consumed all Fall with the process of moving. The numerous open houses one attends to find the new place, the offer, the negotiating, and the endless paper work and phone calls that mark this process were so distracting that I did not have a real chance to savor this HUGE transition. Now with only 24 hours left in our first home, I just want to sit in its stillness, and remember its details, and hold onto the images of my husband, children, and dogs living in this space. Last night, I held Owen in my arms and nursed him to sleep while rocking in our chair and thought as he cuddled in that he would not remember this place. We sat so intimately in this room for 8 months and every night we had this time together. Sitting in the dark to just cuddle while he drifted off to sleep. I laid him in his crib and cried, because I know this is just a place, but this transition is harder than I anticipated and all the feels are so real. David and I then played with Henry in his room and read him stories. He chose a classic: Goodnight Gorilla. We read it three or four times and both David and I exchanged glances about the sweetness of our routine here. Yes, it will transplant to the new home, but my heart felt a little sad as we kissed Henry goodnight for the last time in his first room.
Five years ago, a couple of newlyweds playing house bought this home. We awkwardly stood in front of the sale sign and posed for a selfie when across the street our neighbor shouted hello, jogged across to us, and offered to snap it. Little did we know that we had not just bought a home but we found dear friends. Surrounding our house were “Warriors.” Three families who welcomed us immediately into their circle and took us out for a welcome dinner. Despite living on a busy road, this community was connected. Our neighbors shared not just cordial waves from driveways but stories, dinners, parties, fire pits, and laughs for five years. When we were snowed in, we walked to each others’ houses, played games, and drank wine in our pajamas. In the Fall, we stood around a fire pit and in the summer around the BBQ. We had each others’s backs, and watched our neighborhood. We closed each others garage doors when one of us drove off forgetting or checked in on our houses during vacations away. I never felt alone because I knew our friends were just steps away. Obviously, this friendship doesn’t end with us moving a few miles away, but I will miss this closeness and the encounters and outings that just happened sporadically because we were near one another.
Before the babies arrived, this house was quite empty. David and I were paralyzed by design decisions. The house was new and the walls had no holes. Every thing we hung was a painstaking process and felt so permanent. We moved in here from a one bedroom apartment in Brighton and had no furniture to fill it. We slept on our mattress on the floor for almost two years because we just could not commit to a headboard! We spread out our little bit of furniture throughout all the rooms which meant we put our dressers in separate rooms so at least every room had a piece of furniture in it. Of course, slowly we filled the spaces and having the babies helped as toys began to spread like a fog layer throughout the house.
This house experienced some crazy home “improvements.” There was that epic wall experience! In trying to put a fence up in our yard, we contracted for a 70 foot long and 4 foot high field stone wall to be constructed. A 3 week project turned into a 5 month ordeal in which our yard, our neighbors’ yard, and our front of the house was torn up completely. The mason never came, always lied, fought, and left us all in the dark through the process. It was a mess, a joke, and when it was finally finished a relief. Of course, the wall looks beautiful now!
This home though saw so many cozy nights together, date nights home and pajama nights with the boys. The dogs have come to love this space. They lounge in the sun, they bark and romp in the yard, and they race up and down the stairs. We have hosted Christmas, and Thanksgiving, and parties, and playdates and enjoyed the warmth of friends and family. In this house, we celebrated birthdays and anniversaries and took more walks through our neighborhood and park than we can count. We have sledded in the winter down our little hill on a box, and shoveled the snow the year it reached over 100 inches. And most importantly, we had our babies in this home, we became a family here: first Henry and then Owen. I remember feeling my first contraction with Henry, waking up in the middle of the night full of excitement and fear. And racing off to the hospital. I remember bringing him home and wondering how to do this parenting thing. I remember coming home from work on April 11 and wondering when I would have baby 2? Then 20 minutes later racing off to have Owen and BARELY making it to the hospital. When we brought Owen home, our family was complete. It just felt so good to settle in to our new life together.
Now we are leaving and it is exciting for our new chapter but hard to say good bye to the walls that house all of this. We can easily drive by and see the house and see the ways in which the new owners make it their own, but I will always feel razbliuto for this home. It is a good home, it has solid bones, it is a special warm place in a great neighborhood and it helped us become a family. We will always miss you home! Good luck with your new people and welcome them as you took such good care of us.
It has been almost 8 months of inconsistent blogging. The usual excuses are the culprits. Primarily my lack of sleep and feeling pinched everyday for a free second are the contenders for my stretches of absence. As our family grew so too did the responsibilities and returning to work added on top of the heap more stressors and timing issues. By nightfall once the house was quiet and the papers of students graded, there was little energy left for much. Poor David has been so understanding and often from 8PM-8:30PM when I surrender to sleep, we would lay in bed for some pillow talk and have “our time” as a couple in 30 short minutes. But, at least those minutes were uninterrupted! This season of life is good though, I don’t want to give off the impression that we are not happy. Happiness is definitely a constant in the house and in my heart. It’s just very busy feeling and having a stride or a routine that let’s us balance these busy endeavors has been elusive. Then we thought how do we make our lives EVEN MORE complicated? Ah yes, let’s buy a new house, sell our house, pack, and move all before Christmas! My sister-in-law called these early months with a new baby the longest shortest time and it truly is. Yes, there are hard days, yes we are all tired, yes we bit off more than we can chew, yes we are all laughing, yes we are all eating, yes we are all screaming, but it is flying by and I wish I could slow it all down and stay inside of this manic experience a little longer. I don’t want it to end even though I crawl into bed completely zapped every night.
With the holidays keying up, I am feeling particularly nostalgic for everything and blogging feels like the right endeavor to make some space for. These little dudes and this little life should be documented more consistently because I know that I will want these stories to read and read and read as our days continue.
It might have been a little chilly, but walking through the Grist Mill in Sudbury on a crisp Fall morning was nothing short of autumnal bliss. I am dreading the icy temps of winter and the mountains of snow that are inching their way near, but this time of year is truly my absolute favorite. David always says he wants to sleep outside in a hammock to savor the colors and climate. Between eating everything pumpkin and taking the boys out to play in the leaves, it just feels sweet and magical and I wish this all lasted a bit longer. Henry has been collecting leaves on every outing and wants to run with socked feet through our yard hollering with sticks and rocks and Owen watches on and laughs at his brother’s play. It took a while to get to this “sweet” spot of tackling two babies. But, we made it and it is awesome. And as I type that I am sure things will inevitably change yet again! Until then, I will soak up this sweetness and love on these photos we captured this week with our friend Lyndsay.