Fruit Monster: I have mentioned here before that George loves fruit. Since Christmas he has eaten at least one apple each day, down to the core. Thankfully, there isn't anything to that old fable about swallowing apple seeds and having a tree grow in your stomach. Right?!?! In Greece, he ate other fruit including cherries, oranges and his beloved moosmoula (loquats). Now, at home, we must stock the fridge full of a variety to keep this boy happy. He eats fruit at every. single. meal and as much as we allow him through the day. This stash in the fridge here?
Barely a one week supply and we are lucky to escape with our lives if we dare try to snag a berry from his stockpile.
House Hunting: Yep, we're still looking. And looking, and, looking...and looking some more. Last Saturday we drove past six homes that we thought had potential and only liked the properties of two enough to request showings. We saw this charming, fairly tale-esque cottage on Monday night...
Adorable, right? The outside is very impressive in person. Beautiful flat, shaded yard, incredible original architectural details. The home oozes charm and the first floor was lovely. Original hardwood floors with wide mouldings, HUGE kitchen with an island and loads of windows and cabinets plus a *hold me* five burner, stainless Viking range with double ovens and a french door fridge with bottom freezer. The dining room was adorable and had a larget closet that could easily be turned into a built-in china cabinet, thus rescuing our wedding china from their boxes in my in-law's den closet (true story). The master wasn't huge but easily fit a king bed and had a large walk-in closet with a window. The family room had great space, an arched brick fireplace and built-in shelving. Loved.
Then, we went upstairs. The "bedrooms" were joined and tiny does not even begin to describe them. Put a shelf and a bar in each and I'd call them closets. Add to that, the staircase leading to the top floor was so narrow that any furniture brought in would have to be taken up in pieces and, somehow, assembled in the rooms. Then, Mr. Boom went to the cellar. Ever see that HGTV show "Holmes on Homes" with the crazy, fire-waiting-to-happen electrical wiring? Yup. The whole system needed to be gutted. No go, no way.
There another home I am very anxious to view and our realtor is working to get an appointment (should this not be the easy part?). So hopeful but, cautiously so. Wish us luck!
Toddler Time: All of a sudden my sweet, even tempered boy is a full fledged toddler. How did I know when he made the transition? It may have been the shrieking tantrums that gave it away. They aren't all of the time and they don't last long but, he knows what he wants and makes himself very clear though actions what he cannot yet communicate through words. I'm working on staying calm and not feeding in to the drama. Patience is the rule of the day around here. But, I know this too will pass and, as he gains vocabulary and communication skills, the tantrums will subside.
Now the Request: I know my blog has gome a little stale since returning fom Greece (still working on photo edits to post more).
So, I'm asking YOU...
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30 something. Madly in love with my husband, two delicious boys and my Canon 50D. Looking to live a faithful, grateful life each day. SAHM, Project Lifer, photography enthusiast, home cook (the easy crock-pot type) and baker. Love walks around the river town we call home and travel to anywhere a plane will land.