So, we bought a house.
It’s just a funny little 50s house, but as we’ve started painting, tearing out carpet, and sanitizing the bathroom of two decades’ worth of college boy pee, we’ve already begun to fall in love.
The work is hard. And time-consuming, particularly when I’m running home a few times each day to nurse and put Seabass down for a nap. Poor Jake is on his own much of the time, on the verge of panic attacks trying to figure out how to get the house ready for move-in day this Saturday. There is a story about his adventures with paint guns that I’ll refrain from sharing right now, but suffice it to say that from what we gather, paint guns were wielded in the fires of hell.
Anyway, on the Seabass front, our little guppy is right on the verge of walking. I can hardly believe it when I catch him standing by himself or (lo and behold!) taking a few steps on his own. He has a crazy grill of teeth that cracks me up when he smiles, and his poops are reaching a whole new echelon of putrid. Our little boy is all growns up.
Still, he’s a handful as always. I can’t leave the room without him dissintegrating into a quivering lump, and due to my ineptitude at teaching him sign language, he basically screams at full volume whenever he’s hungry, thirsty, wants up, wants down, or wants anything at all. Grandma Lewis is taking care of the wee Seabass while we pack/paint/slave on the house, and she has been a saint. Truly. I’ve never felt so comfortable leaving my boy because she has the patience of Job with him and finds EVERYTHING he does adorable. I thought she was humoring him at first, but now I realize she’s just delusional.
So, all that to say we’re doing fine but we’re exhausted and ready for life to go back to *normal.* Until then,
Jaime
P.S. I’d love to post pictures of the house or Seabass, but it’s too hard and I’m too tired. Sorry.
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
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Congratulations on the house!
And I’m glad you’re not the only mom inept at teaching baby sign language. Unless you can consider flailing your arms to be sign language. In that case, I’m a pro.
At 64 I still don’t know what normal is. I did discover it once on a washing machine, which said NORMAL cycle. Our daughter Heather and her husband plus 2 1/2 year old Ruby just bought a old 50’s house and will be taking it on soon. It really needs alot of TLC. Of course your Mom and Dad are out of town when we need professional advice. Looking forward to seeing pix of new house and walking Seabass soon.
Congrats on the house! I can’t imagine moving/renovating with a little one!
Good luck and can’t wait to see pics when its already!
COngrats on the house! I can’t believe Seabass is trying to walk! Thats awesome!
And I can;t wait for your blogs on that!!
Wow, you guys are obviously busy. And I didn’t abandon you – I’ve been checking everyday to see where you went! Good luck with the new house!
I’m not delusional, Seabass IS perfect.