Almost two weeks in the new place. It's beginning to feel like home. I think I've made 4 different soups in the last 10 days (something about soup, just makes a place feel like home.) I'll share some recipes soon! Anyway, there are still some boxes, but we are making progress. Henry was sick the first week we were here, which made for very slow unpacking, as he laid on the couch like a bump on
a log hollering out television demands, for what felt like EVER. I've
now caught something miserable and well, now I'm the one shouting out
demands. That kid sure is good with the remote.
We wanted to paint before we moved in, but didn't get the chance and now, well, I'm not sure that we want to. The walls are this ecru, eggshelly color, and it's growing on me. I sat on the couch for the first week, just staring at that wall wondering what on earth we were going to put there. There is a rather obnoxious box on the wall smack dab in the center of where the clock is. As a joke, one day Chris hung the clock on it. A little unintended brilliance, don't you think? The only thing I'm unsure about is how the lamp, clock and bathing beauties picture are all the same color. I'm debating on painting the clock, and actually, something freaky happened to the lamp in the move (after many light bulb & outlet changes we can't get it to turn on) so we may need to just get a new lamp anyway which may solve my decorating woes. But, speaking of bathing beauties:
This picture hung in Henry's bathroom for the last 2+ years (he's got a thing for vintage bathing beauties) but we decided to hang it in the living room. The verdict is still out.
One of my biggest headaches, was what to do with all of my stemware/glassware/dishes. I was reading one of Alicia's posts thinking, "Yes! I need something just. like. that!!" Then I remembered, I already had something just. like. that. Remember this brilliant $39 find that I got last Nov? Well up until now, it's been housing my fabric. As much as I adore the armoire, it doesn't work for fabric storage. That thing became so over-stuffed, so completely difficult to find anything you were looking for, that all the fabric just ended up in these huge piles on the floor, which deep, real deep down inside I know the family secretly loved.
Now, I'm channeling my 'inner-Alicia' and have moved the armoire into the kitchen (not far from the bathing beauties)
It makes for a bit of a tight squeeze, as it's only a few feet from the kitchen table, but for now, it's really working out great for storage.
My cake stands seem to be much happier, all spread out, lots of room (unlike in their previous life where they were cruel-y stacked and crammed into the tiniest of spaces.)
All in all, we love our new place. Henry slept in his own room (which I have to say doesn't have anything in it besides the left over boxes that need to be unpacked and a queen size blow up mattress from when Dad stayed the night) for the first time. IN HIS LIFE. He's co-slept with us since birth, but last night, we thought 'hey, lets see if he'll sleep in there.' And he did. Until four this morning, when we heard the muffled sound: "Papa!.....Papa!!Where are you?" Chris went in, and fell back to sleep too, which gave sick little me the entire bed. All to myself (how long do you think I can bribe Henry to wake up & call for his papa every morning at 4 a.m??)
Against my better judgment, I took Henry down to Disneyland for a few hours (I think the sickness is affecting my brain cells) to meet up with his Grandma & Grandpa who are in town. All the Christmas stuff is up, and I cannot lie- it's fab.u.lous!
It was all pink and orange and wonderful. I came home and was getting Henry out of the car and gathering all our stuff from the day when I walked across the street and not 10 seconds later heard a loud crash. I turned my head to discover that a passing car had completely creamed the entire side of our car. Where we were just standing. 15 seconds earlier. Scary. I holler out to Chris "get over there before that guy takes off!" But he couldn't. His car looked worse than ours. Our car is un-drivable and his had to be towed (our tow truck will come in the morning.) I think the guy said he fell asleep at the wheel, which just makes it all the scarier. I mean, we could have been hit while crossing the street, or while I was getting Henry out. I could care less about the car. Just glad we are all well (cough, cough...well sort of). Happy weekend! Regular blogging has officially been resumed!