We’ve moved every summer for the last three years. Make that four because…WE BOUGHT A HOUSE! Wow, it feels good to write that! I’ve been “looking” in the area since we moved here two years ago, and The Hubs and I wavered on building a house vs. buying an older home. We went to many open houses and models, but each house had issues. The new builds had zero yard, the old homes had been remuddled over the years. (Very pricey older homes in the downtown core typically had outrageously specific (read butt-ugly) updates.)
Just a few short weeks ago, I stumbled upon a listing for THE house. It was way under budget, still in our town, and I knew it could be the one. I saw it with the kids, nearly puked from excitement, and we made an offer less than a day later. The Hubs hadn’t even seen the house yet!
So what made this house THE house?
We had a list of what a new house needed to have: character…air conditioning…at least 2 living spaces…a lot big enough for a pool…not remuddled…about 2500 sf…potential to customize. We weren’t looking for big bedrooms or extra bathrooms, but the house had to have the ability to add these.
The new house? HAS IT ALL! Character–oh yeah! It’s the cutest American Foursquare with the most tragic paint scheme. (Imagine Painter Smurf given complete freedom to paint the exterior so long as he used blue.) The original doors, including a sweet dutch door in the back of the kitchen, are still there. The entry with its Arts and Crafts stairs and moldings are still there. The interior is also tragically painted. (Imagine Grumpy Smurf forced to paint the interior. Yeah, the walls, ceilings, and trim are painted in shades of poopy brownish-green. The kitchen gives a little relief from the poop–the trim in there is painted in horror-house red.) The galley kitchen is extremely efficient–just needs a face lift. The half-bath is adorable! It has a vintage corner sink with a marble top. So cute! Of course, it is also painted in horror-house red. Ew.
But it is all ours! Poop brown, horrible red, every last surface in need of paint–it is ours! We are moving in today! Can’t wait to show y’all how it shapes up!
I don’t know what it is about the last few cold weeks of winter, but they make me want to do lesson planning…for schooling we will do six months from now. I know. I have an illness. Maybe it was because I had to go to Staples for printer ink today. Just the smell of office supplies is intoxicating. A mix of ball-point ink, rubber bands, paper, and electronics. (Yes, electronics have a smell. They smell like static. Yes, static has a smell. It smells like electricity.) After a few deep nose-to-toes breaths of that heady aroma, I caught the bug. A lesson planning bug. (And probably a cold. The clerk who rang up my ink sounded like she had swallowed a cat and had just wiped her nose with her hand. Thank the Lord for hand sanitizer!) I spent the rest of the day surfing curriculum websites and loading (then emptying) my cart on Amazon.
We’ve spent three years away from Sonlight, but we are heading back to them. We never really left them anyway–I filtered all of our reading lists through the lists on Sonlight’s website. The girls and I have had a great time using Trail Guide to Learning: Paths of Exploration and Paths of Settlement, but we are not going to finish the series. The Boy has enjoyed his year with Notgrass’ Uncle Sam and You, while getting his civics and government requirement taken care of, and I feel that all three are ready to dive into Sonlight again. I’ve missed the breadth and depth of the books that Sonlight uses. Sonlight also doesn’t shy away from the grittier stories in the way other curricula do, and for my older two children, I feel they are ready. The Boy and Beanie are going to use Core F: Eastern Hemisphere Explorer, and Lemony is going to use Core B+C: World History, One Year. I’m already rearranging the shelves to make room for all the lovely books!
The scariest part is that I am starting to plan The Boy’s high school path. Core F, Core 100, Core 200, Core 300, then Core 400. High School.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that he was this cute ‘lil stump-climbing boy?
I’ve been trying to cram a 6 week unit study into 3 weeks, and the cracks are starting to show. This morning, I let the kids go about their morning uninterrupted, and the most amazing thing happened.
First, The Boy took a shower. On his own. Amazing!
Second, the girls are sitting at the kitchen table playing with their stuffed animals. The dialog I am hearing is just wonderful: “You have poison on your paws!” “Oh no! I have to get it off. I’ll just roll in this water. Nooooooooooo! Anything but piranhas!” followed by “Uh oh, she smells like wolf…no like shark.” “There are no sharks. She’s not poisoned.” “Those aren’t sharks, they’re PYTHONS!!!”
Wouldn’t you love to crawl into their imaginations and “see” all that they are seeing right now?
Soon, I’ll have to interrupt and get on with our day, but for now, I’ll just sit here and pretend that I am not listening to them play. This is bliss.