Wednesday, March 25, 2015

house tour, part 1

I have to admit, when i started taking these photos and putting this blog post together i felt silly. and sort of lifestyle-bloggery-y, but in a bad way. in the way that's like,"look at me! look at me! everything is lovely and great and clean!" i considered not posting any of these, just shrugging it off, but when i looked at them, i realized that i wished that i'd done this sort of post with the old house, as a way to remember everything. i'm glad i did this. i just want you to realize i shot these right after i cleaned the place and that only fifteen minutes earlier the children watched in fascinated horror as the cat killed and ate (yes, ate) a lizard right under the dining room table.

i steam-mopped extra hard right after, i swear. but that didn't stop george (the cat) from looking extremely satisfied and even regal. and that didn't stop kate from alternately between anguish and outrage. she sat on my bed and wept, her face buried in her hands, before taking a break to shout angrily, "this is really affecting me, MOM! that lizard was just a KID! GEORGE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL A KID???"

i don't even want to think about what the neighbors are thinking.

 the chalkboard vinyl days of the week to keep our family all on schedule, the magnetic chore charts for the kids that feature spots for both the weekly and the daily chores, and peeking out from underneath that second hand towel, my apron from my days serving food to all the homeless at the rescue mission
 the dresser that my mom stained years and years and years ago fit PERFECTLY into this spot, my favorite cookbooks (americas test kitchen's best recipe), and those cubbies to fill with pretty things. i love those cubbies.
 this is a gas stove and i have always had an electric. i know people who are wild and passionate about their gas ranges, so i'm trying to keep an open mind, but the difference i can see is that it cooks a lot faster (so i have to be vigilant) and that it warms everything up. so use hot pads.
 my grandma sent me those wooden canisters when i got married. i have no idea how old they are, but knowing her they were probably my great-grandmothers. i love them. those elephants ryan and the kids picked out for christmas from anthropologie and the cookbooks are some of my favorites.
the chairs do not match because we don't have six of one kind,not because i am cute. sometimes i like to pretend i'm cute and this is the way it is. alas. 
 ah, my h collection. i collected them for ages before my sister suggested putting them up over the sink at the old house. i loved the idea so much that i found a new place for my collection at the new house. 
you know, it is not a fancy kitchen. the sink is lousy, to be honest, the cupboards are old and the countertops are something cheap and old. but i like this little kitchen, with it's white cabinets and open light. i love those old knobs and the way that dresser fits perfectly. itis a kitchen that we will remember for a long time. parties will be thrown here, dinners will be fixed. pancakes on saturday mornings and grilled cheese on busy weekday nights when i am tired and ryan is just about to walk in the front door. it is a good kitchen. i'm grateful i get to remember it.

next up: the living room and the office. or something like that. maybe bedrooms first. 

Monday, March 16, 2015

7 quick takes...on a monday


1. kate has been crying or freaking out consistently since she turned four. please, someone tell me that this is a phase and she'll get over it. right now i'm considering launching her over the back fence.

2. four hours at ikea and ryan and i rolled out with the following: two bookshelves, a dresser, a shoe storage thing-y, some frames, a cushion, a nightstand...as ryan moved some seriously long and heavy boxes on to those ikea carts that are impossibly hard to push, i thought to myself,'if i were doing this alone, i'd have four kids with me.' and then the idea of four kids, all of those heavy boxes, those carts, the lines...oh my gosh. i was grateful to him. and when he assembled the bookshelves and the shoe storage thing-y the next day (shoutout to james for his help!), i was even more grateful. the weekends make me grateful.

3. ryan detests throw pillows. he thinks they are nonsense. you can imagine his horror when his mother brought over an armful of throw pillows she didn't need anymore. the living room is stuffed to the gills and has never been more comfortable.

4. you guys, i have a desk.

5. and soon, i will have a place to put the millions of business/photography/office/art supplies that are cluttering that desk. and then i want to step back and take photos. does anyone want a house tour?

6. the roadshow is on saturday. we. are. almost. there. i hope it doesn't kill me. (and if you're local, you should come by!)

7. i have the best babysitter. she comes once a week and the girls love her and she always tidies a little so i can work without children hanging off of me. it is the best. 

Friday, March 13, 2015

on the rug this morning

the light in this house is unbelievable.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

we are here! we are here! we are here!

we have moved.

i'd like to say we're settled into the new house,but let's be honest, it's pure chaos over here. except in the master bedroom and bathroom, where in a fit of panic i unpacked the hell out of that thing because i was so sick of going room to room and seeing nothing but boxes and a bunch of stuff piled around the boxes and making enormous to-do lists in my head.

packing is a little like christmas, except it's rife with disappointment. here are lots of boxes and i'm not quite sure what's in them. and i have so much hope. "please," i pray as i pry off the tape (something i'm really good at now), "please be cereal bowls. please be cereal bowls. cereal bowls. cereal..."

 it's not. it's a box full of dollar store margarita glasses i bought for a cinco de mayo party years ago and haven't used since. i am disgusted. they are being donated as i write this.

our first morning in the new house we all had cereal for breakfast, except we took turns eating it out of the same bowl because that's the only one i could find.

anyway, we love this new house. there is light everywhere! and space! oh my gosh, so much space. i have yet to find the chord that attaches the camera to the computer so i can transfer photos, but when i do...

back to the to-do list!

Monday, March 2, 2015

happy birthday, sweet kate

this is number 4.

you know, i think she could tell this one was coming (it may have been the "happy birthday!" banner that tipped her off) because she has been INTENSE in her emotion lately. one minute she's wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly, thanking me for being her mom, for getting her a sandwich, for reading a book with her, and the next minute she's in tears because sarah has touched something that she specifically wishes to be displayed in an accessible and prominent public area.

kate is my buddy. she is sweet. she is loving. she is funny. she loves more than any of my other kids and she wants more than anything not to be treated like the baby, but to be treated fairly. she hates all food when presented as dinner, loves breakfast and LOVES snacks. any snacks. as long as it's a snack, she loves it. she loves tea parties, horses (just like ava!), pink and purple, ballet class (oh! how she loves ballet class!), curled up in her blankee with a movie is by far her favorite activity. kate has an energy and a passion and a zest and it makes her so many things all at once. sometimes it's overwhelming for her, sometimes it's overwhelming for me, but this has always been the truth: i feel like i understand kate. i feel capable of mothering her. i love the time i get to spend with her.

kate stories:

kate: mom, i can do the passwode on this ipad.
me: you can?
kate: yep. you just put yo finguh he-yah and then you do this and wall-uh. the passwode.

mom: does this mean you hate god?
i turn around, surprised, to see her gleefully holding up her pointer finger. somehow that child has caught on to the concept of the middle finger. however she is so happy that the teaching moment is wasted. i can't stop laughing.

happy birthday, you little love.
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