Saturday, July 5, 2014

Hampden, Hon


We moved!
We didn't end up with the house that I pined for in the previous post, but now that we've been in our current house for almost a week, I have decided that this one is actually the better house after all. No sour grapes! For real. Central air cannot be beat in a Baltimore summer!

We love our house and our new neighborhood. The people are friendly, it's quiet, but not boring. There are a few small playgrounds within walking distance.
We found a good coffee shop, we love the ice cream shop.
We have a deck with lots of sun for growing plants we could never have in our Brooklyn railroad.
Grandma and Grandpa are less than an hour away to the north (and frolicking in their yard, pictured above, is a dream), Nona and TJ are an hour to the south and have already visited us once.
We have everything that we could want or need, minus a few things which will be settled shortly (schools, doctors, etc.).

The biggest problem is one that we already knew we would face: we miss our friends. Bad.
We were grocery shopping the other day and A heard a kid's voice from the next aisle over. He perked up and looked really excited for a second, then just looked disoriented and said, "I thought I heard Luisa Jane calling me." I had to turn away because I almost cried. I'm crying just typing this!

He's taken to napping in the afternoon, which is nice (I can blog!) but also a little sad.

I'm excited to share photos of us in our new place, but with all of the fuss on Instagram over deleted accounts and creeps reporting mamas for completely innocent photos of their children, I'm torn. On the one hand, I don't want to let a few nuts (or even just potential nuts!) affect how I express myself online, but on the other, I'm not just expressing myself, but sharing photos of and anecdotes about the most important little people in my life. People who can't yet decide for themselves what they would like to share with almost everybody. So. I made my Instagram account private, meaning you must now request to follow me. And if I don't know you at all and you have a private account, I probably won't allow you to follow. It's not personal. Sorry also to the great grandparents who may not have access to smartphones. I promise to be better about sending actual photographs regularly.

I want to be able to just say and show whatever is happening, but unfortunately I am feeling less free to do that right now, with all of the fear-mongering and finger wagging.
Whew, that topic is such a drag. I have unpacking to do!
xo


Thursday, May 29, 2014


We got home late last night, after a long weekend apartment hunting in Baltimore. Staying at Grandma and Grandpa's house is always fun and relaxing for us all, even when the littles are acting like wackadoos. Sitting outside and watching the birds is calming in a way I almost forgot existed. I'm going to try to conjure up that feeling when I'm on the train bringing Als to and from school.

We found two nice houses that we could see ourselves living in, both in Hampden. One we are really super hoping for. It's massive, for us, and less expensive than our current apartment. Plus it has a small yard and wee deck, a washer, a dryer, and a dishwasher! It's too good to be real. I'm hoping it will be, though. Hope along with me, please! We will find out this weekend if we're the lucky new tenants. Sigh! Must keep busy until then...


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Things We Will Miss About Our Neighborhood: Street Art

We recently took this photo of one of Alden's favorite murals on our street (which is mural central!) and I'm so glad we did, because a few days later...
...it changed!

We were lucky to be able to watch the transformation. The bird artist was really kind and apologetic, saying that he didn't want to paint over the ice cream, but this was the wall he was given. Alden took it pretty well. Being able to pose with the roller probably helped.


Saturday, May 10, 2014

Springtime Is For Chickens


This bug-eyed bug is a serious contender for Favorite Lovey around here.
Am I talking about the toy or the girl? You decide.
(Oh, it's the toy! I can't even pretend to play favorites with my blue eyed bunnies.)

Happy Mothers' Day!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Odds

It's spring!
A welcome change in the weather.

We have a mourning dove nesting in an old clementine box on our fire escape. Alden is remarkably nonplussed, but Saoirse has asked to be lifted up to the window for a peek a few times since we discovered it. It would be nice to get a photo, but I don't want to frighten mama bird.

I am finally reading The Goldfinch. It is just as engrossing as I'd been warned and though the plot sounded irritating and preposterous when my mom first recommended I read it, I've fallen into the story such that occasionally I need to remember that it's fiction. 

I am tired. Tired in all varieties. Coffee isn't working its same old magic and I toy with the idea of freeing myself from caffeine. But really I'm banking on the return of the sun.
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