girl at large

Parenting vs Dating: Things Change

Today's thoughtful text from loving husband:
"Got the smell out"

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Viv rearranged the furniture in the pediatrician's waiting room last week. I wonder where she picked that up! She is mimicking mama and papa and playing pretend more elaborately every day.

This morning, I heard her grunting and struggling in the corner of the bedroom.

"What are you doing honey?" I asked.

"Putting my tights on too!" came the chipper reply.

Labor of Love-ish

Here we are having a little rest tonight after working non-stop on the house for three days. Viv likes to play on the slide in the front yard while I check on my flowers and bird feeder. Each marathon weekend like this ends in sore muscles, empty bank accounts and a bit more affection for the house.

Let me explain Paulie's bathtub-in-the-hallway selfie: We both hate Clawfoot tubs, it's one of the connections that bonded us deeply in our early romance. They are old, uncomfortable, impossible to keep clean and worst of all, they were originally made to be hog scalds. I can never unlearn that little factoid. Add to that the expense of adding a complicated customized shower on it (nearly equal to just replacing it completely) and that tub is out the window. Or down the stairs as it where.

Thirty minutes after listing it on Craigslist as "you get it out, it's yours for free" this morning, I had twenty emails! It was gone by noon; carried quickly down the stairs by a pair of burly brothers.

Now, of course, we have created a typical Kenmore problem....the place it vacated is now screaming for a large, luxurious and spectacularly expensive tiled shower enclosure.

 

 

 

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