Welcome to our new home! When we first walked through it was super muggy, everything was squeaky/creaky, and you could smell a faint hint of tobacco smoke when we walked in the door. But after a week of unpacking it's starting to feel more like home (though we're pretty motivated to find a house ASAP!)
The kitchen
True redneck decorating! And since the move we haven't been able to find the legs to her high chair... boo! Since it's their fault I think they'll have to buy us a new one.
The scary basement. I'll admit I try to get outta there as fast as I can when I'm doing laundry. It just gives me the creeps! When we moved in we found out that there are only hookups for a gas dryer - so we've been hang drying all our clothes. Which is fine... just not ideal. It takes a full 24 hours for them to dry in this humid air. And I am not a fan of crunchy socks. Only a few months...
Living room
Yes, I plan on using the treadmill... at least once. Jake said it feels like a mission apartment, especially since I hung a huge map on our wall! :-)
Upstairs bathroom (there's a half bath on the main floor)
Scarlett's room
Our room (with a nice walk in closet)
The office/everything else I don't want to unpack/extra boxes/luggage/winter clothes/scrapbook/baby gear/storage room
Back patio. Michiganders don't really feel backyard fences are important - so everyone can walk right up to our sliding door. Not a fan. But at least the back lawn glitters with fireflies at night. :-)
Luckily we live right next to the park. So we've been making good use of it.
It's an alright park. Lots of trash and junk littering the ground. Random graffiti everywhere. And they took the slides off the kiddie playground. As you can see in this pic, there are just huge holes. Unsafe! So we've spent most of our time crawling all over the big kid set and swinging.
The other day there was a teenager and her little 6 year old cousin that came to play with us. The 6 year old girl yelled to her cousin "hey! look what I foun'!" (it was one of those poles you can slide down)
teenager: "we call that a fireman's pole"
6 year old: "you call it a fireman's po', I call it a strippin' po'" !!! hahaha
4 comments:
Love your new place- you must have been a busy bee unpacking and getting everything set up!
literally laughing out loud at the stripper pole comment from a 6 year old. How's the ward?
One thing to keep in mind when you're looking at houses (or two things...)
First, super hard to sell a house there, so don't get into one thinking of it as the starter you'll sell in a couple of years when you move into something bigger. Think of it as the rental property you'll own for a long, long time.
Second, the city/township/village ordinances may prohibit fencing - so don't look at something fenceless figuring on putting in a fence after you buy it because you might not be able to! You'll have to check with the municipality and the HOA, if you have one to see what the fencing rules are. It is a weird, weird thing we found in both Michigan and Wisconsin. They're just not fence people. (Or respecters of the property line...I used to see people just wandering right through our backyard!)
At least if Scarlett falls out of the highchair it isn't too far down. :-)
I hate creepy basements! You should have Jake do the laundry. :-)
It looks like the extra seating in the dining room (i.e. dirt bike) is tall enough to work as a high chair. You should just strap her on! Oh, probably no seat belts on dirt bikes, huh?
I'm glad you're documenting all this, and I hope you're enjoying all the quirks. I recommend this article from Geraldine Hamblin Bangerter (Julie Beck's mother). It fits your situation.
LL has good advice for picking a home. I would also say that if you find a home or area you like, go visit the ward once or twice. We have found that our neighbors and friends here make it feel like home more than our house does. They and their children will influence your child/ren, and you will be sharing your lives and building community together. Also, if you go house shopping with a prayer in your heart, you'll know the right place when you come to it.
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