It’s official. Financing has gone through. We have sold our home and officially bought a new one.
It was a crazy couple weeks of finishing up our house (who would have known that we could finish everything we needed to in less than a week with less than $200?!) and keeping it spotless for six solid days. It was completely exhausting. I had plans to take the kids and go to Portage to stay with my sister for a few days, just to stay out of our house and keep it that much cleaner. Unfortunately the weather had other plans. Lucky for me, my children are very good (and I really do mean it when I say that). Of course I did let them watch an unhealthy amount of tv in an effort to keep them from playing with too many toys, but still. We also ate a very unhealthy amount of not-home-cooked food. Over the last weekend we were out for breakfast, spent a couple hours at the museum, a couple hours at the movie theatre, a couple hours at the mall play place, ate at the food court, McDonald’s, etc, etc, etc. The kids were totally wiped by Sunday night and so was I.
We were hoping for multiple offers on our house but that did not happen. We did get one offer for our asking price and we happily took it- we were so ready to be done with this! I know that God has a reason for everything and I am sure God is putting the right people into this house. They are a young family and I think that will make our neighbors happy. Oh I would feel so terrible if a grumpy bachelor moved in or something . There are enough wierd neighbors around here. Good-bye Pink-Housecoat-Girl and Pants-Always-Riding-Way-Too-Low-Girl. I will not miss either of you at all.
Anyway the buying and selling is over now. Now to start packing!
When we moved here our kitchen was a nightmare straight from 1955.
Because we put our house up for sale we finally finished every last thing. Even the BASEBOARDS!!! I know, it’s crazy.
I love my quartz countertops so much. And I love my floor so much. And I love that backsplash so much (and wowsers, it’s even grouted now!!). Good thing I love the kitchen at my new house so much too! (Even if it doesn’t have quartz countertops. It DOES have a walk-in pantry, and I think that might be even better!).
Of course that picture was taken when everything was very shiny and clean for the realtor to come take pictures. Usually the kitchen looks a lot more like this:
Because a certain someone just insisted on helping me make banana bread.
I do love this kitchen but I am definitely looking forward to a little more space in our new kitchen. I’m excited for the kids to eat breakfast at our island and I’m excited to watch the kids playing in our big backyard from my big kitchen window. It’s going to be great!
It has been just nuts around here. I’ve been desperately battling the clutter and the dirt and the children trying to keep our house spotless for showings that may happen at any random time of the day. Making beds as soon as people get out of them. Inviting myself last minute over to a friend’s place so Oliver would have somewhere to nap. Spending a couple hours at the museum while strangers wander through our house. Trying to get to Portage but foiled by storms and highway closures.
Tomorrow is the open house and we are reviewing offers on Monday. Hopefully several offers and hopefully several thousand above asking. Hopefully. Regardless of the outcome, I just hope it’s all over on Monday. This is exhausting!
I wish I could spend more time here:
I always love sleeping, but I love it even more when my room is so clean. Even though we desperately need a new mattress and I am so tired of our bedroom furniture. I am beginning to loathe it and am currently coveting basically any other bedroom furniture that exists…
I also wish the kids would spend more time in their beds.
Why do they insist on getting up at 6:30 or so no matter when they go to bed? All of them. Why?! Every once and awhile we get a brief reprieve and they sleep till 7, but that never seems to last for more than a few days.
I love the hooks on their wall with their little superhero accessories.
Looks like we are in need of one more, tiny, cape.
For Ben’s birthday party we filled a big rubbermaid container with oats and hid some tiny dinos in it and then had a dino dig. The kids had so much fun in it that I saved the oats (after I took a whole bunch out to save for making breakfasts).
I transferred the oats to a smaller container and let the kids have at it the other day. I think Oliver had more fun than anyone else.
He got right in there.
Like, all the way in. He climbed right in.
It was pretty funny. And really messy. I’m still cleaning up oats three days later. Oh well, as long as the kids have fun! (And stay out of my hair for a solid 17 minutes…)
Our basement bathroom has always very closely resembled a bathroom in a truckstop (or gas station or something equally horrible). I cannot believe we used that bathroom for a whole year before we finished our main floor bathroom when we first moved in. It was soooo nasty. Our realtor wisely advised us to improve it a bit before we put it on the market
And seriously, it is amazing what a $30 can of paint can do. Our bathroom looked much better after only a couple hours of work. (Why didn’t we do that years ago?!). Anyway it didn’t just need paint. It needed a new toilet seat. Who knows how old the previous one was, and besides being old, it was just plain gross.
Thank goodness that replacing toilet seats is a “blue job”, as Deanna would say. Neil reluctantly got to work.
What a job. The seat was basically rusted on and it was not easy to remove it. It’s also a tight fit in that bathroom.
At some point in the job I heard Neil shouting for me in a panicked voice. I went to see what the problem was and found this:
It may appear as though he was laughing, but he was, in fact, crying.
He was seriously stuck between the wall and the toilet with his face pressed against the toilet.
I, of course, was laughing. I was so disappointed my other camera batteries were dead and I could not make a video of this. I’m pretty sure I would have won the big prize on AFV.
It really did take a couple minutes of maneuvering for Neil to wiggle out of there, and it involved a lot of face-to-toilet and a lot of me laughing and a lot of Neil crying. But Neil did get the job done. I’m so glad to have a hard-working and brave husband like Neil.
In the last week we have put up baseboards and trim, finished painting hallways that were started years ago, replaced terribly ugly light fixtures, and cleaned our house from top to bottom. It has never looked so good. Never.
Thank goodness we will have 2 months to enjoy it. And thank goodness when we go to our new house we don’t have to do anything at all to it. Just move in and enjoy. *Sigh of happiness*.
Anyway, since our house is so lovely right now, I took some pictures. I have loved being here and I don’t want to forget it. We went from being a family of 3 to a family of 5 in this house. We have the best neighbors here and have loved spending the summers with them. If there’s one thing that makes us sad about moving, it’s leaving them. Seriously, you could not ask for better neighbors.
Anyway I think I will do a little blog series on our house here on Thorndale and what I love (or maybe don’t love) about it.
Here is my favorite room in the house:
It’s Oliver’s room and I’ve loved it since we painted it just before he was born. I looooove the color and I love the new seat cushions I made for the rocking chair and I love his crib sheet and basically everything about his room. It’s just nice to me.
Before he was born I painted that orange rectangle on his wall with the intention of painting his name on it. Well ten months later we’re getting ready to sell the house and it was still a blank space. I’m not sure how likely it is that a family with a child names Oliver will move in so I decided to do something a little more generic.
I love it so much, I just might have to do it in our new house.
I remember people talking about how they just “treasured those moments in the middle of the night with their little one”. I was convinced those people were lying. But now I’ve become one of those people. (Sometimes. Not every night). Oliver doesn’t get up in the middle of the night very often any more, but every once and awhile he does, and I go in and nurse him and rock him. Then even though I’m tired I often find myself just holding him and looking at his long eyelashes and his beautifully round cheeks and just drinking him in. He’s growing so fast and I know the moments where I’ll just hold him like that will come around less and less. So now I’m one of those crazies treasuring the middle of the night wakings. Sheesh.
I really will miss rocking my baby in this room.
Clearly I take too many pictures of my kids. At only 9 months, Oliver already knows that he’s supposed to smile when the camera is pointed at him.
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned it before, but just in case I haven’t, Oliver is the cutest baby ever. Seriously. So cute.
Blog posts have been few and far between lately.
You know why?
Because we’ve been house shopping.
because we just bought a new house!
because now we have to get our house ready to sell ASAP.