home sweet home

almost six months after finding the house on the internet, we are finally living here. this is indeed a dream house...i walk the halls practically in disbelief that this is home. being in a historic home with my family inspires me to continue documenting life here. even as we go about our lives - getting ready in the morning, taking the kids to school, dinner, bedtime and doing it all over again...there are subtle changes worth noting.

on the way home today, as we neared the house, beatrix asked if she could walk in the back yard again. daddy, of course, was with them (but this did not prevent me from having flash forward images of them in the warmer months getting loose and even better, into the wooded area). they had explored a bit yesterday afternoon for at least 15 minutes or so...we came home around the same time today and they were out only for a bit until the sun had set completely and they had to come inside. just before they burst into the kitchen, their heads popped into view in the kitchen window, both yelling something i could barely understand and holding multiple seed pods (from a tulip tree?). i did my best to acknowledge them (smiling and waving goes a long way).

i was a little concerned about the kids' adjustment to a new home, particularly bedtime. each of them have had a little bout with fear. baxter rectified his by having us partially open the shears by his bed so he could look out the window onto mill street. i do believe it put him to sleep last night. beatrix had a tummy ache and wandered out of bed multiple times in the beginning...she still climbs in with us minutes before my alarm sounds so perhaps she has not yet resolved her anxieties (dunno if they are even house-related...).

for me, middle of the night walks to the bathroom are long and dark. had to find their nightlight right quick...this place gets dark - as in, you-can't-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face dark in some spots. i admit, i am a chicken when it comes to stuff like that. blame an overactive imagination and years of horror movies burned in my memory. (haunted? not quite sure. a house this old...there has to be something. dearest maximilian will help with that) a good sign is that vegas seems quite at home here, more so than when we moved into our berteau house. overall, the energy i feel in this home is good; quiet, in a peaceful way. with that, i say good night.