Housing Situations

So we bought a house.

Wait!? Didn't you like JUST buy a house and then do some renovations and do a terrible job documenting it here on the blog?

Yes. This is true.

Last summer we bought a major fixer upper, and we majorly fixed it up, and my laptop hard drive crashed, and we lost all of our before pictures, so all my Before and After Dreams got a lot less exciting. We're also not done with a single room in the house. It's amazing how long you can let the last two hours of work in a room just languish before you're finally "finished."

But!? Those are bad excuses. You should at least do a post about the kitchen.

Right again.

And WHY did you buy another house??

(I'll leave off with the dialoging.) We bought the first fixer upper with my brothers. We all looked at it as an investment. We would eventually either flip it or turn it into a rental property. For the last 7 months we've all lived together quite happily, but all good things come to an end, and my brothers just bought a triplex in hip Houston, where they will be heading in August, and Jacob and I found a great deal on a place a few miles away from where we are now.

The new place needs a LOT of work. We will blitz a lot of it over the next six weeks and see whether we can pull off a prenatal move in early September. Here it is behind two years of neglected landscaping. Lord help us.

It even came with its own rodent. We like sharing housing with rodents.

Jacob has been overworked, and I have been overpregnant for a while now, so maybe (maybe?) the timing's not perfect, and maybe (maybe?) we're overcommitting ourselves again, but when you're having babies every other year, it's never the right time to do anything...and I've long since accepted that we're just...THOSE people.

We are the people who've been living with two uncles and just invited ANOTHER uncle to come live with us when he moved to Houston in May. So that makes three uncles and one family of 4.5 sleeping in a 1400 sq ft house for a couple of months. (The kids are bunked in our closet...which leads me to:)

We are the people who build bunk beds for our kids in a closet. (See. Not as bad as it sounds.)

We are the people who move while pregnant. EVERY TIME. This one's not quite fair because usually the baby is precisely the reason we move. Lucy June moved us clear out of state.

And every time I make some comment about how on top of each other we all are, Jacob says: "Abraham Lincoln was raised in a one room log cabin." Then he rests his case, like this is some kind of ultimate comeback.

The funny thing is. I don't really mind any of it. It's actually more stressful for me when we do something totally normal, like buy a lightly used Toyota Sienna. Living with three uncles is feeling pretty par for the course.

Whenever we open a bottle of wine it gets finished and another gets opened. Whenever I make dinner I have multiple adult mouths telling me how good it is as opposed to a couple of kids eyeing it suspiciously. I never venture into the Uncle's Bathroom, and I often have an extra pair of hands to hold a baby or pair of feet to kick a ball with a four year old.

One uncle will venture along with us to our next house, and we'll quickly have a newborn, so the house will still be full, and I will like it that way.

And I've promised Jacob to do a MUCH better job documenting this new remodel. Should be fun because:

But be sure to check back tomorrow. I'm giving away some ice cream. :)