One of my favorite things about our new house when we first looked at it was the room that would become Maya’s bedroom. I knew the moment I stepped into the room that the space would eventually house a sweet little girl’s room for Maya. I turned to our real estate agent and almost in unison we said “This is Maya’s room”. Although the room is small it has a feature that I knew instantly she would love and would love for a long time to come, a huge, beautiful window seat.
It is a beautiful window seat with a large area to sit and a large window to look out. It is a comfortable little nook all her own. As I was daydreaming about what it would be like when we moved in, one of the things I often daydreamed about was that little nook. I imagined us sitting there reading books before bedtime. I imagine Maya curled up with her “guys” reading her books. I imagined how perfect and how loved that little space would become.
Already those daydreams have become reality. Just as I expected that little nook is where we sit to read stories before bed. It is the perfect size for the two of us to curl up together and read. I often find Maya sitting there with her blankie and a few “guys” reading stories. Plus, Maya has figured out that if she piles all her “guys” in there it makes a very cozy little nest
Maya loves it (as you can tell). I love it. That little window seat, that little nook, has become one of my favorite spots in the house. Now I just need to find the perfect cushion and pillows for it.
When she grows up I’m convinced Maya will be some sort of expert negotiator. She’ll be called on to negotiate the most complex and difficult agreements. You see my little 2 and half year old has already discovered the art of a the perfect negotiation. She has mastered negotiating skills that even some adults haven’t yet figured out. Come to my house at any nap time or bedtime and you’ll see exactly what I mean.
From a very young age, we’re talking before she could even really form the words, Maya learned how to negotiate for more time. Through reading many parenting books I learned that transitions go a lot smoother when you give your child warns, saying things like “It is time to get ready for bed in 5 more minutes” or “You have 2 more minutes to play at the park”, etc. So, I began using these little tricks with Maya at a very young age, and often I would hold up my fingers to indicate how many minutes I was talking about.
Maya, the smarty pants that she is, picked up on that and when I would say “Okay, Maya it’s time to get ready for bed” she would start holding up her hand showing me that she wanted 5 more minutes, keep in mind she was barely over a year when she started doing this. Eventually, as she gained more words, she started saying “five” while holding up her hand, and then eventually “five (or two or one) minute”. It was adorable and she was smart, she knew that there was no way I could resist such cuteness and I would inevitably agree to her request for more time.
As time went on her technique has changed. She started to realize she could change the amount of time she asked for. She would start with 5 more minutes, then ask for 1 more minute and eventually 30 more seconds. The first time she asked for 30 more seconds I about fell over. Here was this little 2 year old, sassy pants, requesting 30 more seconds to play before she got ready for bed. The request for 30 more seconds is the one that has stuck. If I tell her it is time for anything, bed, bath, time to leave the park, etc, she will always ask for 30 more seconds.
I know all about her little trick now so I begin my negotiation earlier than I would if I knew she wasn’t going to ask for more time. I’m sure she’ll figure out that I’m on to her and will change up her technique. Afterall, I’m dealing with an expert negotiator
Yesterday, like most summer days here in St. Louis, it was hot. Sticky, hot, humid. The kind of day that makes you really appreciate your air conditioning. As much as sitting around inside, in the comfortable temperature controlled climate, sounding like a great idea Maya had other plans. She could see her swimming pool through the window and it called to her. The colorful pool, the inviting cool waters, beckoned to her to come out and play. So, she donned her bathing suit, I donned some very comfortable, sweat-resistant clothing, and with sunscreen heavily applied, cool refreshing drinks in hand, we headed out to the backyard for a little pool side fun.
Within minutes I could tell that lazing around in the backyard, while Maya splashed around in her pool, was going to make braving the sweat inducing temperature well worth it. Any day, no matter how stinkin’ hot it is outside, I would take this over the comfort of my air conditioning, any day.
Days like this, moments like this, make me happy. They make me grateful for the time I get to spend with this awesome little girl. They make me grateful that life has dealt me such a good hand.
When we were shopping for our new house we had a pretty concrete list of things we were looking for and pretty high on that list was a house that was part of a neighborhood, part of a community. A sense of community is very important to us and we were willing to give a little on the house in order to get that. Several of our friends and acquaintances didn’t quite understand our need to be able to walk to things like the grocery store, a park, the pharmacy. They didn’t understand that those things were higher on our list than having a house with a lot of square footage.
Growing up I fondly remember walking with my Mum everywhere. We walked to the park, we walked to the library, we walked to the grocery store or the drug store if she only needed to pick up a few things. I loved that. In our condo we were smack dab in the middle of the action, there were stores, restaurants, parks, cultural activities all around us, all within walking distance. I loved that. So, it only made sense that we would look for some of the same things in our new neighborhood.
But, not only did I want to be able to walk places, I wanted to be part of a neighborhood, a town that had a good sense of community. A place where people wanted to participate to make it a better, more fun place to live. A place where neighbors said hello to each other and offered to help each other out when needed. When we choose our house we knew we were going to be able to walk to all the things we wanted to be able to walk to but we were only pretty sure we were getting that sense of community, because really there is no way to know for sure until you move in.
We’ve lived here just over a week and I can say for absolute certain that this neighborhood and this town offer just that. Our neighbors have all been wonderful, taking time to stop by and say hello and introduce themselves. Offering their phone numbers in case of emergency or if we just need someone to watch Maya. Maya and I spent the afternoon Saturday at a lovely little gathering in honor of the lady who used to own this house and to help welcome us to the neighborhood. I’ve never felt so welcome some where as I do here.
On Friday night the park across the street was the site of a community event and our chance to see if this community would live up to our hopes. There was a free concert in the park going on. In our old neighborhood events like that drew a huge crowd and I was hoping to see more of the same. I was not disappointed. The park was filled with families relaxing on picnic blankets or in lawn chairs under the shade of huge trees listening to the sound of Beatles tunes coming from the live band. Kids filled the playground and danced in the grass near their parents. It was so much fun.
Maya had a blast partaking in two of her most favorite activities, swinging and dancing
I’m glad we made the choice we did. I’m glad we put heavy weight on the neighborhood and community so that we could end up where we are in a house we love, in a neighborhood that is really making us feel welcome, in a community that is living up to my very high expectations.
The move last week was, let’s just say, interesting. The moving company we hired wasn’t exactly on the ball. They gave us a 1-3pm window but didn’t show up until after 3:30pm. It took them forever to get the stuff out of our condo and into the moving truck. Lorne had to help them A LOT (which, hello we hired movers so we wouldn’t have to do all the work). When they finally got here it was so late and we were so ready to be done with it that we just told them to put everything into two rooms and we’d sort it out later. Needless to say we weren’t exactly impressed.
We spent a day or so unpacking and organizing before Lorne’s parents came into town for a visit. It was nice having them here as it gave us an excuse to forget about the move for a while and ignore some of the boxes. Plus, they helped with a few little projects, like cutting the grass
It has been a week since we moved in. Sometimes it feels like just yesterday we were pulling in the driveway for the first time and other times it feels like we’ve lived here for a lot longer than a week. All the rooms are mostly set up, with the exception of hanging our artwork and pictures, we still have to do that. This weekend we’ll probably go through each room and make a list of things we want to do like paint, add a few decorating touches, change out carpets, etc and then begin to tackle the list that will slowly make this house all our own.
We love it so far. I can’t wait to see how it takes shape as we add our own little touches.




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