the kids were finishing a snack in the kitchen and i was collapsing a box in the study (one of 5 today...it was an accomplishment, but you could never tell looking around here). as i was walking back to the kitchen, i could hear the ignitor for the stove top and immediately began reprimanding whoever was fiddling with it. as i turned the corner, both were still sitting at their counter stools looking at me like i was crazy. nothing obviously wrong with it upon closer inspection and it spontaneously ignited a few more times as i was standing there. of course, that was it and definitely not while bryan was home. yeah, weird. sometimes it smells a bit like gas (not the human kind either)...maybe i'm being paranoid.
ALSO...made a huge trip to target. nothing like purchasing 3 toilet brushes...one for each floor. now that's living. and how many soap dispensers can a home need? more than a few. felt like i should have had some kind of new home discount or something...oh well...
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
garbage
today was trash day. you would think it is no big deal, except for the fact that we (bryan) had to wheel everything to the curb way early since we didn't know exactly when pick-up was. to two 3-year olds, it was a main event. the lights in the kitchen were dimmed and i pulled up seats to the window so they could see daddy in action. there was some protesting about wanting to go out there (in pj's and no bare feet)...after i convinced them it was not a good idea, they proceeded to talk to daddy in loud voices through the window. as fate would have it, the recycling truck came as we were leaving so they were able to see that in action. waste management, through the eyes of preschoolers, is riveting.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
proper reference
one of the realtors told us the story of how long ago the children in the neighborhood used to refer to the house as the "bobbie house" in reference to the turret and its resemblance to an English Bobbie...bryan and i had been thinking of what to name the house and this seemed fitting. we were directed to the dorchester atheneum site and in it is a scanned brochure of a clam point - harrison square walking tour: typed, hand-drawn and literally cut and pasted...the house is on page 15. enjoy!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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.
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.
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