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Sep. 12th, 2011 11:49 pmTonight I tried leaving Alden home with Michael while I worked for a few hours. It's nice to be able to bring him along when I need to, but after evening upon evening of accomplishing nothing, I needed a night alone to focus. Having the office only two traffic lights away from home is a dream. I trekked back and forth twice to soothe a frantically screaming baby who wanted only to sleep, but not by himself.
I love the new apartment. I love the crisp white walls. I love how it still feels clean even when it's cluttered. I love the DISHWASHER! I love the privacy of our entryway. I love the tidy trees, sidewalks, and streets. I love the afternoon view of sunlight on the lake, and watching people biking/skating/walking by with dogs or strollers or kids on tricycles. And after being crammed into such a small space, this place feels like a mansion. I keep forgetting about the extra bedroom. All of Alden's things are in there, so we keep the door closed to thwart curious cats, going in only to grab an outfit or stack of diapers. I have plenty of time to set his room up. For now, he sleeps in our bed, and hangs out wherever we are.
The cats are being royal jerks. Even though all of our stuff is the same, it is new to them since it's in a new place, and must be re-examined. Charlotte jumps on every counter. Blackie bends back blinds to peer out every window. Every time we leave our closet door open, a cat slips in. Michael bought me flowers; Blackie dumped them over. My houseplants are being chewed on. Somebody pooped on the carpet--.
Baby's awake!
I love the new apartment. I love the crisp white walls. I love how it still feels clean even when it's cluttered. I love the DISHWASHER! I love the privacy of our entryway. I love the tidy trees, sidewalks, and streets. I love the afternoon view of sunlight on the lake, and watching people biking/skating/walking by with dogs or strollers or kids on tricycles. And after being crammed into such a small space, this place feels like a mansion. I keep forgetting about the extra bedroom. All of Alden's things are in there, so we keep the door closed to thwart curious cats, going in only to grab an outfit or stack of diapers. I have plenty of time to set his room up. For now, he sleeps in our bed, and hangs out wherever we are.
The cats are being royal jerks. Even though all of our stuff is the same, it is new to them since it's in a new place, and must be re-examined. Charlotte jumps on every counter. Blackie bends back blinds to peer out every window. Every time we leave our closet door open, a cat slips in. Michael bought me flowers; Blackie dumped them over. My houseplants are being chewed on. Somebody pooped on the carpet--.
Baby's awake!
