The kids are as excited as if it’s Christmas Eve, except this time they’re getting like the most expensive Christmas present ever. Hope they appreciate their father and I enslaving ourselves to 30 years of debt for them! (I’m not above using mom guilt to get them to remember to stop peeing on the toilet seat!)
Tomorrow’s the day we escape from the hotel and move into our new house here in Colorado! After a few minor glitches (and one kind of major one that made me dramatically despair that we were going to lose my dream house), and a whole lotta paper signing, we now own a little house on a little lot in a little town at the foot of some very, very big mountains. And I love everything about it!
Of course there are definitely some fun things we’ll miss about hotel living. Like the do-it-yourself waffle maker at the free breakfast every morning. Son #3 had so much fun doing this every! single! day! that I’m contemplating getting him one for his birthday in a few weeks…
We made good use of our time (and got out of our cramped quarters) by seeing all the Denver sights! We did a tour of Hammond’s candy factory and got to see how the workers make candy canes in July on tables heated to 200 degrees with no air conditioning. And we got a ton of free candy. Plus, we’re enjoying the heck out of my sister’s kids – combined with her four we’re practically the Von Trapp Family Singers! And you know I’d make clothing out of curtains in a heartbeat.
We hiked up tall-ish mountains. Son #2 does everything in style, takes after his momma he does! (Side note: My sister was like, “Where are your hats? Your water bottles? Your sunscreen??” This was our first whole day in Colorado and I was clearly unprepared for a state that has 300 sunny days a year (for serious) and very thin air. Shopping List: Hats, sunscreen, water, chapstick, lotion, more lotion, aloe vera)
We got menaced by large trains, which clearly I’m the only one enjoying…
We helped son #3 get over his fear of coyotes and mountain lions by having him… ride a rainbow cheetah on a 100-year-old merry-go-round. (What? Cheetahs are very aggressive cats!)
And we met lots of new friends and took funny pictures with them! Which is what I do with my friends. Funny pictures first, everything else is incidental.
But! Back to the house! Lots of you have asked for pictures of it and, being an HGTV junkie now (thank you hotel cable!), I totally understand the urge and I am here to indulge your whims! (Or, if this is horribly boring to you feel free to just skip to the end.) Forgive me for not taking pics of any of the bedrooms. They’re all big squares with light carpet (perfect for puking on!) and big, light-filled windows.
THIS. This is my favorite part of the house and what made me decide that we must buy this one. See the double oven? Think of how much food I can healthify/ruin with twice the cooking capacity!! Plus I’ve got a gas stove and a new fridge with – wait for it – a WATER DISPENSER. My kids stood in front of it in awe for a solid 10 minutes. Plus the counters are a gorgeous light gray and gold swirly granite. The kitchen opens up to a great room so I can keep an eye on the kids while I cook.
This is the kids’ favorite part. When they saw it, my son looked up at me with glowing eyes and said “You bought us a house with a room just for riding bikes in?!?” Um… sure, son. I was a little weirded out at first by the unfinished basement but apparently it’s A Thing here in Colorado – everyone has them and very few people seem inclined to finish them. Which, after seeing my sister’s – they hung a swing from the rafters, set up a tent and have a scooter circuit – I can see why. I just tell people I’m going for the whole modern-industrial look. Like, really really industrial. (P.S. That’s our realtor Jan Selinfreund who is amazing and we love, love her so if you need a realtor in Colorado we totally recommend her!)
This is my husband’s favorite part. No, I’m not kidding. I’d never seen one (or even heard of one) in a house before but this is a “crawl space” which is like an unfinished basement but more… unfinished. That’s plastic on top of dirt. It’s good for storing stuff in. Like husbands. Hi honey! Seriously, it’s huge. And I have no idea what we’re supposed to do with it. Our realtor told us we need to get it sealed for radon, a cancer-causing gas that’s apparently everywhere in Colorado, which I haven’t had time to do yet. So I have a cancer chamber. In my basement. Whee.
And then there’s this. I was super duper thrilled to have a new shower with gorgeous glass tile work and no latent urine (like every other house I’ve lived in). But then I realized it’s all glass. Am I just supposed to shower naked?! Okay, I always shower naked. I’m not a never-nude. But after an entire life of opaque shower curtains (or at least large plastic maps with a very strategically placed Africa), I don’t know if I can handle being so exposed! Clearly these designers do not have small children that insist on bursting into the bathroom every two minutes to do things like ask me to make them a sandwich. In the shower. Am I weird to be a little freaked out by this big glass box? I’ll get used to it, right? At least it’ll preclude any Psycho-shower scenes!
But really THIS is my favorite thing. Our subdivision backs up to a wildlife refuge at the base of the awe-inspiring Rocky Mountains. I seriously cannot get enough of them. Pictures don’t even do them justice. (Well, not my pictures anyhow.)
I still can’t believe that I walk out my back door, cross a street and this is my back yard!! It’s almost like living in a fairy tale! I find the mountains so incredibly soothing, I’m not sure why. And they’re so close it’s easy to get out in them every day.
And for the kiddos, we have this super fun park right at the end of our street. Not to mention it comes in really handy for my park workouts these days too. Sprinting one time around the perimeter takes me about 20 seconds so instant Tabata training! (And yes, when I see our suburb – we’re about 15 minutes from Denver – I do get a slight Stepford Wives/Edward Scissorhands/A Wind in the Door shiver.)
My husband and I, just after he carried me over the threshold of our new home. (Nothing like the super-flattering angle of a 6-year-old taking your picture!) He’s done that in every place we’ve ever lived – 8 houses/apartments in 14 years. That’s a lot of lifting! Hopefully this will be the last one. At least for a long time:)
So the plan is to have our storage PODs delivered tomorrow and hopefully we’ll have some of our new friends come help us lug all our junk into our home. I expect it to take all day. And then the unpacking will take more days. So I’ll be scarce around here for the next few days but I wanted to tell you all thank you for putting up with all my angst, anxiety, grief and general weirdness about this move! You have all been unfailingly kind and helpful and supportive and that has meant more to me than you will ever know. I’m so very blessed.
Now: Someone tell me how to use my stripper shower! Is there, like, etiquette for this? Do I always stand facing the back corner?? And do you have any new-house rituals you do?