INTERNET. hi!

I don't even know what I'm about to write about. All I know is that my hero arrived in a van labeled Time Warner Cable today, [didn't take his work boots off before they clunked on our new wood floors,] spent a hour on some wiring and reconnected me to the world.

A post needs some posting.

We've been in our new house 11 days. It's awesome, but it's weird in a lot of ways, too. I feel like a teenager living in an adult's house. As in, we're house-sitting and I'm nervous to touch anything; it's humbling to be able to call this ours. You know that wave of cleanness and relaxation that hits you when you walk in those chic home decor stores like Pier 1 or Crate & Barrel? That's the feeling I get every time I walk in this house.

It's pristine. I've been working so hard to keep it this way; wiping surfaces, organizing, sweeping and folding have turned into obsessions. Ahem. Exhausting obsessions.

I wasn't quite expecting the lonely emptiness that hit me on my first day alone here. I was so sure busy happiness would constantly and magically fill the space, that all we needed was our dream house, and daily life's routine, in its perfection, would fall around us, sort of puppeting me with where to go and what to do. As it turns out, big house or not, you still have to work at creating happiness for yourself.

Carter is blatantly happy, though. He's got so much space and stays busy, exploring different rooms all day. When we're not working around the house, we're out in the yard getting eaten by mosquitos or helping Daddy grill. He's sleeping better than he's ever slept. I'm not going to lie though. We still have little control-issue fits every 30 minutes or so.

I mean, sometimes they're little.

He's big on making friends around the neighborhood every single friggin' place we go. He waves and greets Hi and/or Bye bye to people walking past. Trucks that roll by. Cars. Jeeps. Trees. Dogs. Mailboxes. You name it, it deserves a greeting. This is one of those instances where I try to take a step back and remind myself that I'd be better for learning the art of joyful, pure friendliness from my child. What a great feeling, to be boundary free.

This wave? For a fence.

Our back yard spills into a retention area with cattails and some pretty, wind blown greenery. Carter & I like to sit back there, throw rocks and look at our house.

Ok, so it sounds a little lame, but I promise, everything's fun when you see your baby do it for the first time.

We've been busy with other things, too.

Carter's Grandpop and uncle BFF came from Pennsylvania to help us move.

Matt's company had a family day with free barbeque, games, face painting and other children's activities. Carter got to see where his daddy works.

I've been really behind without internet - rather than try to use my phone (in conjunction with my terrible eyesight) to keep up with email, Facebook, YouTube & such, I just dropped it all and focused on unpacking. If you've messaged me, be assured I'm on my way to a reply sometime this week!

eek. and we dropped.