Let me begin the post by saying, yes, I am aware of my fantastic photography skills. I’m professionally trained, and never even edit my photos. They are that good. And, also, yes, I am available for hire. Anyway…
We moved into our new home last week. Friday we got our keys, and we spent our first night in our new house on Saturday. It was, with only one glitch, the most amazing, calmest, easiest move I have EVER made. I now know that the secret to a smooth move is that my husband and I are not together at all on moving day. He can take care of the heavy lifting, while I play games and eat cake (seriously, this is what I did- it was awesome). So, while I enjoyed myself at a lovely baby shower, my husband moved everything into our house. Karma kind of sucks though, since when I got home from having a good time, an hour before my daughter’s bedtime, nothing was ready for her to be put to bed, and my husband was nowhere in sight. Literally. His car was gone, along with the dog. After trying to reach him, I convinced myself that he had died and left me to be a single mother with no income and a living room filled with everything we own. So, so rational, I am. Then, my happy, even tempered, go with the flow baby had a complete meltdown. She cried, and cried, and cried. I carried pieced of the crib up to her new room. I found the screws to put her bed together. I stood and stared at the crib. I sat and stared at the crib. I cursed myself for throwing out instruction manuals, and for not having internet set up THE SECOND WE MOVED IN. All the while my daughter cried. And then… I cried. I cried, and screamed, and stomped around the house. I pouted. Called my mother-in-law, told her that her son was dead to me. She offered to come over and help (I think more to check on the safety of her son and grandchild and the sanity of her daughter-in-law than to help with the crib). My phone was almost dead. So, I screamed some more (note to self: always keep a cell phone charger in the diaper bag). And then… I manned up. I am a grownup. I don’t need my husband to put the crib together for me. I have a child. I did not need to be throwing a tantrum like a child.
So, I searched through boxes to find the right tools. I spent some more time staring at the crib parts. I put the child in her swing and let her cry. And I built the damn thing. And, was almost finished when my brother-in-law and husband (alive, surprisingly…) walked in the door. I was finished, and damn proud. I was happy. The baby had stopped crying, and the boys had food and puppies and soda. My husband came upstairs to inspect my handiwork. He looked at me. Looked back at the crib. And then told me that I hadn’t put it together right, but that it would work for the night. He put in the last few screws, and I am sure was thinking that my screws needed tightening too (get it? I have a few screws loose… hahahaha). Moral of the story? Get crib put together before doing anything fun (like baby showers, or, you know, whatever the boys were doing). Also, screaming, crying, and stomping around does not put a crib together, and, does make one look rather crazy.
Now, without further ado, welcome to our new home. These photos took hours to take, and I made sure to have the right lighting, and I also made sure everything was in place and looking perfect.
Cuz all the cool kids have bed pillows on their couches (futons)…Currently, the dining room has been dubbed the “messy room.” This is driving me bananas, and must change soon.Upstairs… oh, yeah.Missing: more wine on the rack, and ice cream in freezer. I take donations.Where I wash the dishes. And spy on the neighbors. Sometimes I save dishes until there are neighbors to snoop on. Creeper right here.Rose has a ton of toys, but still thinks the most entertaining things are Maggie’s bowls. That girl army crawls like a madwoman to get her hands in those dishes. Maggie is not amused.
The end. I know you are dying to have me take some photos, so hit me up. Also available as an interior decorator. But, really, I do know a few awesome photographers, so if you are looking, contact them (I didn’t ask them if I could link to them, so hopefully they don’t mind, if nothing else, check out their photos!):
In California: Wendy Baker (she did my wedding)
In Texas: Emily Alexander (my sister-in-law’s sister-in-law… yeah… is there a title for that?)