Happy house-iversary

One year ago we moved into our West Linn home, which, thanks to Peeper, we still call New House.

We’ve been here long enough that people have stopped asking us how we like our “new” neighborhood, house and town. But I’m just as grateful today as I was on that first day we moved in.

Toddler trampoline

A future in our home

Especially now that we have decided to call our family complete at two kids, which means we won’t outgrow this house anytime soon, I can see our future—and my kids’ childhood years—stretching out under this roof.

I imagine the sleepovers, the blue glow of the TV screen illuminating kids’ faces as they  munch popcorn and watch cartoons.

I imagine the birthday parties in our yard, with melted ice cream dripped on parched grass.

I imagine the kitchen table—the one my family gathered around when I was a child—strewn with spelling lists and multiplication tables and art projects proudly brought home from school.

I imagine many firsts—Kiwi’s first steps, Peeper’s first written word.

Toddler Walk through the neighborhood
Rain or shine, Peeper accompanies me and Finn on our morning walks through the neighborhood.

Celebrating our first home

Before we moved into New House, Eric and I bounced from rental to rental: the moldy former pot-growing home we fled when I was pregnant with Peeper, the unit with the kind family from Eritrea downstairs, the apartment with the chain-smoking neighbors. Each sheltered us and kept us warm and provided a mailing address.

But New House is our first home.

They say home is where the heart is, but I feel more connected to this place through my feet. Every time I tiptoe into Peeper’s room to pull the blanket over her slumbering shoulders, every time I bounce to the Black Keys with Kiwi on my hip in a family dance party, every time I plant my feet in downward dog with Peeper crawling under the tunnel my body makes, every time I walk Finn through our neighborhood, I make this place a little more ours.

I am sowing memories here. I am putting down roots. I am making this house a home.

13 thoughts on “Happy house-iversary

  • January 20, 2016 at 8:59 am
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    We’ve been in our house all our kids’ lives, and I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. I’m happy for you!

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    • January 20, 2016 at 9:13 am
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      Thank you! I spent almost all my childhood, and even the years through college, in the same home. I’m not sure if we’ll stay in New House that long, but it makes me happy the girls’ first memories will be here!

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  • January 20, 2016 at 10:28 am
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    Lovely post. Home is so important. Those pics are adorable. You are blessed. ❤️ ?? ❤️

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    • January 21, 2016 at 2:45 pm
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      Yes! I can’t wait for the lilies in spring, the kiddie pool parties of summer and the changing leaves of fall – then we’re back to winter again. I love every season here. 🙂

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  • January 20, 2016 at 1:39 pm
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    That’s so lovely! I keep wishing myself out of our house, but I’m not sure it’s feasible to upgrade any time in the near future. Jealous of your roots.

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    • January 21, 2016 at 2:44 pm
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      In the meantime, may I suggest vicariously remodeling other people’s homes? Property Brothers is my guilty pleasure!

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  • January 20, 2016 at 3:28 pm
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    I love the way you put things, Catherine. “…I feel more connected to this place through my feet.” The images that passage envokes, both those you remember for your readers and the ones it calls to mind for me from a time when I tiptoed into quiet rooms, are beautiful.

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    • January 21, 2016 at 2:33 pm
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      Thank you Renee! We recently put a night light in Peeper’s room, and I LOVE it because it lets me see her when she’s sleeping.

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  • January 22, 2016 at 8:52 am
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    Aw yes, the first home home-versary! Our realtor still sends us home-versary cards every year…and it has been 8 years!

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