We are officially moved into our new home! Yay!
We are loving the house, the neighborhood and even the commute has not been so bad.
So far we have seen deer, bunnies, fish, snails and a coyote all in very close proximity to our house. While we aren't living in the country, we are certainly in a place more woodsy than our previous home.
The girls especially love that we can walk to a life-guarded lake with a small, but lovely, beach. We went both days last weekend and they are both awesome about jumping in with two feet - literally and figuratively.
For instance, the day we moved in, Saturday, happened to be 'Family Fun Day' at the lake for our neighborhood association. That meant that lots of families were hanging out. LP and AK quickly made friends and frolicked as if they had known them their whole lives. On Sunday, when we again visited the beach to take a break from unpacking, LP walked up to some boys about her age and asked if she could play with them, "Sure!" one of them responded, "You are hired to be our snail catcher."
The Hoos and I, on the other hand, are not quite as good about putting ourselves out there. We did meet a few people - and they all seem very nice. It was a little...ummm...uncomfortable?... when one dad at the beach asked what we did and looked shocked when I told him. Not by what I do but by the fact that I work at all.
Then, yesterday, the Hoos' Aunt, who lives nearby, asked if she could stop over around 11am today to drop off a housewarming gift. According to the Hoos she was a bit miffed when he told her that I work and don't get home until later in the day.
The Hoos is concerned we moved to Stepford (never mind that he grew up in this town!), but we both remain hopeful that once school starts we will meet other families with moms that work in offices. It isn't a big deal, but it would be nice to know that I am not the only mom that has to miss mid-day play dates and PTA meetings.
1 comment:
new home and job must be filling your days...your blogging has almost slowed down to my erratic pace.
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