Wednesday, January 30, 2008

We're in our new house!

After 3 1/2 years!

We live in a community with very strict design standards. Our house dreams existed in the "design review phase" for more than a year believe or not.

Of course once you move in, the benefits of this type of community are great: the architectural beauty will always be preserved here and that increased the value of the home. However, 3 1/2 years is an awful long time to wait.

Of course not everything is done. There was construction going on all around us even as we were moving in boxes last night. And not everything works either. I used pliars to turn on hot water in the bathtub last night. The heat quit working in night so I am very cold this morning. Fridge handles are missing and one of the toliets doesn't flush. BUT it was so amazing to finally sleep on my firm mattress that has been in storage forever.

But speaking of the bathtub, we couldn't get the shades to work above....but I was determined to use the new big bathtub. If anyone drove by and happened to glance at window, well, let's just say, it was their lucky night.

My house is pretty large. I will admit it. I grew up barefoot in Mississippi so sometimes it is hard for me to realize I live here now. I sometimes even have guilt about it. But a house this big was my husband's dream and I guess I am along for the ride. I have tried to inject much of my own personality into this house though. I became "CEO of the house" a long time ago. I give Mr. C credit for trusting me to make most of the decisions regarding, well, everything. I am lucky in that way I know. This is not to say he did not have a lot of input on his favorite aspects: garage, wine cellar, office. But when I walk around now, I don't feel like this house has a large museum-like feeling. Instead, it feels warm and cozy. I credit my whole team: architect, builder, project manager, designer. Thank you for helping not only Mr. C, but me, achieve a dream. His dream was a large home; mine a warm and cozy one. Very cool we both are happy.

Oh and Miss CC adores her purple (and green) room. For those of you who know her, know her special interest has always been the color purple and the number 8. She's older now and has expanded her obsessions to sharks and art projects, but she has never lost her love of purple. Finally having a purple room is so important to her. Even her bathroom cabinets are purple. It is a darling, little-girl room I have to say.

She did not spend the night here last night as there are still too many boxes in her room. She has difficulty with change as most kids do of course. Being on the spectrum intensifies her need for sameness. Although we have visited new house 100s of times over the years and she has seen her room take shape, she still cries at night about how she will miss her old room. She has new furniture in this house. Darling twin beds with lavendar fabric headboards and green, lavender and pink bedspreads. While here she loves them. Transition is hard, but I hope she adjusts easily. My goal today is to get her room as unpacked as possible so she can feel right at home as soon as possible.

After piano lessons after school this afternoon, she will move in too! And then we will all be here together. Thank you for sharing in our joy. I hope it doesn't sound like bragging - so not my nature. But I am excited after having worked toward this for so long.

Home sweet home.

Monday, January 28, 2008


So my friend recommended Juno.

And my architect/friend recommended Juno.

And another old friend told me I had to see Juno.

And all the blogs and sites are buzzing about Juno.

So even though I am in the middle of a move into a new house and I have way too much to do, I abandoned the mother ship yesterday and escaped. I went and saw it by myself in a theater near the local university.

The theater was full of teenagers and young adults. It was grand people watching. It's been awhile since I felt this way, but I longed to be in college again. Well, not in a classroom I admit, but in the scene. It was fun to see the couples and listen to their conversations. There were lots of silly, shallow conversations, but I was pleasantly surprised to hear some very thoughtful discussions about the upcoming election and the cultural landscape.

Anyway, I did finally actually watch the movie. And of course I loved it.

It is a lovely, lovely movie. I found the direction so fresh. And, yes, the script is writing at its best, but the direction.... to me, that is what made the movie. No fears of lingering on shots or abandoning the usual angle.

The hubster is not so good at being left in charge of Miss CC, but they pieced together an evening of TV viewing and art project making (cards for me) and he was able to put her down for the night. When I came in, I kissed her goodnight and in her sleep she brushed my kiss away and smiled.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Singing in the rain

I grew up in Mississippi. Yup, about as deep South as you can get. In the summer it was hot. Not Southern California sunny day hot. But fry an egg on the hood of your car hot. Seriously. We tested that funny saying and it always worked. At the time we had nothing to compare our summers, too. Summer was hot and we went swimming and we wore skimpy clothes and we drank cold beer. We didn't know better.

I didn't realize how painfully hot it was until I lived in another state for several years and then went back home to Mississippi in July. Whew. Only then did I understand when people complained about the humidity.

But my story tonight is about a rainy day. A hot, rainy day in Mississippi. The rain itself was hot!

So what did we do? We got nekkid. Or partially naked I should say. And we danced in the rain. We hooted and hollered and danced. And it really wasn't a sexual thing. It was child's play. We were silly kids again without worrying how we looked or what others thought.

Tonight I'm nearly 40 and it is raining, but the water's cold here. And I wouldn't dream of dancing in the rain. The neighbors might see me. I'd be too self-conscious. Mr. C would definitely roll his eyes, no?

But I'm remembering when the rain called to me. And made me free.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

oh geez, I hired an organizer!

I have lots of friends who are organizing divas. I attract people who thrive on things being in place, in alphabetical order, in line. They get satisfaction from washing clothes and vacuuming. They don't let clutter pile up on their kitchen counters. Some, including my husband, perhaps would even get an OCD diagnosis. Not all of them of course, but enough to make me wonder why I'm drawn to people like that.

Because I am Miss Messy and cannot get organized to save my life. The idea of cleaning makes me feel anxious. I feel so much more comfortable with clutter around me. And those I love are the opposite. I am not sure why I am wired differently. My mother was an antique dealer 9and teacher) so the house was full of antiques - every inch of wall space. She was very messy, too, so probably some of it is just what I'm used to, what I grew up with.

So to practically save my marriage I have hired a professional organizer. We are moving into a new house so I thought it would be perfect timing. She can unpack and organize as we go and I can start this house on a clean slate so to speak.

Okay, so she costs a lot. But this is the best money I've ever spent. She is amazing. She took 5 sets of china and some shelving and made it all fit like a tetris puzzle in my china cabinet and it looks great, too - not overcrowded.

I've never met a person who was so strong in both areas of the brain. She is extremely creative and yet is obviously good at organizing. She is me and my husband mixed into one person. I should have married her!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Mighty Shark Girl

My little girls is obsessed with sharks. This latest obsession came out of watching the movie, The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl. She claims she is 1/2 shark and 1/2 girl and tells us all about her shark family that lives in the ocean. We are not allowed to visit them though as they would eat us. We are only her human family after all.

She will even show you her shark teeth.

She calls herself Mighty Shark Girl and I found someone online to sew a cape with that embroidered on it. The woman is also sewing Shark Boy and Lava Girl costumes for her dress-up collection. She is beyond excited.

We have encouraged this obsession (special interest) because the one prior to this was robbers. As in theives. She was terrified robbers would break into our house and steal her things. We had long discussions about how safe windows and door locks were. Our girl cried in her sleep almost every night.

So when sharks came up, we grabbed hold to this new idea and encouraged it. And there was no longer any more talk of robbers. Whew!

Maybe sharks don't seem like such a feminine animal or interest for our girl. But our girl, although extremely girly, is unlike most girls we know. She loves all animals. Even as she discusses sharks, she worries about the dolphins they may attack. She loves mice and bugs. All of God's creatures in fact. I am an animal lover, too, but it is hard sometimes to actually have to catch a bug to let it go free outside.

My daughter is amazing. I so admire her. She is truly our Mighty Shark Girl.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

When your new beautiful house floods...

Be grateful:
That you moved all the art upstairs the night before the storm.
You put all your photos in plastic bins in advance.
You can have antique furniture legs repaired.
It was YOU and not your husband who found the running river in your basement.
Your builder immediately said it was his fault and took responsibility.

On a side note: go see Enchanted. Fun for the kids and the adults, too.