New

Well, we're settling into our new home, and it feels alternately really good and scary to think that this is it. This is home for a long time.

Wheeee! (No more packing-unpacking-packing-unpacking...)

Yikes. (We're going to be here next year. And the year after that. And when B goes to preschool. And when he's ten and taller than me.)

Wheeee! (No more packing! And unpacking! And deciding where things need to go!)

So far, owning a home has been unexpectedly expensive. Refrigerators are stupid-pricey. The kitchen faucet died on our first night here, so after N tinkered with it for WAY too long, we bought a new one. Then the furnace went kaputz, so we endured three very cold nights until we could get someone here to replace a part that had burnt through.

And last night, we thought the microwave had broken. But N fixed that.

Phew.

And we still need a lawnmower, a rake, something to put in front of the fireplace so little hands don't explore inside, and who knows what else.

It's a little overwhelming.

But it's HOME!

In other news, Little B's vocabulary (and enunciation) is growing by leaps and bounds these days, and it's kind of funny to hear some of the things that come out of his mouth.

Like how he refers to himself as "Bubby" (because that - or Bubsie - is what I call him more often than not) or as of yesterday, "Button" (NO idea where that came from). N and I both laughed uproariously the first time he did it, though, so he may just be doing it for the kicks now.

B also refers to our home as the "new 'ouse," and because he thinks "new" means something good, he has taken to saying, "new Daddy." N's not sure whether to be amused or alarmed.

I am being beckoned to the garage, so that's it for now. I'll be back soon with a Compassion post!