And yes, she crawled for my iphone. How did anyone ever get babies to crawl in the time before cell phones?
She's not moving too quickly yet--crawling is still a deliberate and high-effort activity, which is good because we are hoping to be moved before she's mobile enough that we need to childproof this house.
We're still not sure how to childproof Little Mac, so we are vigilant about keeping a respectful distance between baby and little white dog.
As for a house and moving update... I'm hesitant to say anything because we all know that nothing is set in stone until we actually close BUT... we do have a closing date and two contracts in the works.
That's right: we accepted an offer on our house and made an offer that was accepted on another house. So now I'm just holding my breath until we sign the papers and everything is really truly official.
We were incredibly lucky to get an offer on our current house after it had been on the market exactly a week. We had four showings in the first week and then an open house on Sunday and we got the offer right after our open house. This was a HUGE relief because keeping the house in show-ready levels of cleanliness was taxing enough, but even more complicated was the issue of coaxing the dogs out to the garage where they wailed like coyotes while other people walked through our home and we tried to figure out where we could go to entertain a baby during what should have been nap time.
Of course the offer is not what we wanted to get. It's essentially what we paid for this place when we bought it NINE years ago, and we've poured a lot of love and more than a little bit of money into making this place our own. I cried a lot the night we accepted the offer. I think the reality of moving was sinking in and we all know that I'm not a huge fan of change. Even changes that I want! But mostly I was also frustrated at the idea of putting in so much time and effort and money only to have nothing to show for it--although it was nothing like the grief of losing a baby, it felt kind of like the continuation of a theme: Follow the "rules," be responsible, try to do everything right, and still the universe (or housing market) is still going to shit on you...
So I gave myself a little pity party. And then I got over it. It's only money, right? In the long run, it is JUST a house and we're lucky that it sold quickly, we're lucky that our mortgage wasn't ever under water, and frankly I think we're lucky that the buyers seem to really love our house--we learned from our realtor that they canceled another offer they were making after they saw our place. It's an older couple who's retiring and downsizing and the wife kept saying, "I'm just smitten!" as she looked around our house. I feel good about selling to someone who uses the word "smitten."
Plus the sale of this property allowed us to to make an offer on a house we love, and the crappy housing market allowed it to be in our price range. You lose some, you win some, right?
So... the new house! After much consideration and Sunday afternoons spent driving around to various suburbs and imagining potential commutes, we ended up choosing a house that's only about five minutes from where we currently live. That's right! We decided to stay in the city. We love the house, we love the neighborhood, we love the area. I love that there's no worry about changing Zuzu's daycare. We're within walking distance of a beautiful park, a library, and Target (otherwise known as the trifecta of happiness).
It's an older home, but it's been well-cared for and is in great condition. There's plenty of room for "projects" (I know I'm old and boring because I'm super excited about creating a swanky laundry room) but at the same time, it's move-in ready. Our backyard is small, but the house is a nice size. It's a two story house and it has two and a half bathrooms! I'd like to say we won't know what to do with all the space, but I expect that we'll have no trouble filling it up with books and bobbleheads.
Of course, down the road we'll face decisions about where to send Zuzu to school since the public school system in the city is not ideal. But we decided, pardon the cliche, that we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. If there is anything we know at this point, it's that we can't plan for everything. We can have all the expectations we want, but we actually have no idea where we'll be in four years. David and I both think that we'll still be at our current jobs, but life has a way of taking unexpected turns. Instead of trying to solve problems that are years away, I'm just going to let Future Brooke handle that decision making.
Yes, the commute is still a bummer, but as we discovered in our driving around town, since we work in opposite directions, a commute is unavoidable. We're as close as we can get to splitting the difference in our commutes and allowing Zuzu to stay at her current daycare, so that basically makes it as close to ideal as we're going to get. For now, anyway.
My BFF asked if this was my "forever house" and I took a second to think about it before finally saying, "Well, it could be." It's true that I'd be happy to live there for forever. But mostly it's the right house for right now, and that's what really matters.
And I feel the need to emphasize that all of this is is based on the hopeful assumption that we will get through closing without anything crazy happening. We've already had both the inspections and gotten the loan approvals, so we should be smooth sailing, but you never know. Our closing date is set for early May, so we have a month to get ourselves packed up and organized. You know, when we're not chasing the baby (good thing she's still moving pretty slow). So much moving going on around here...