Nellie has a favorite song right now: “Row, row, row your boat.”
Well, actually, her favorite might be “The wheels on the bus.”
I sing both, and she responds to both with “row, row, row, row,” while her arms weave back and forth in a slightly-circular, mildly-rowing motion. And I don’t know — is she rowing? or is she going round and round? Until she learns to sing another lyric, we might never be sure. Sometimes a “buh” escapes, and I say, “Boat?” And she looks at me quizzically. So I say, “Bus?” And she looks at me quizzically. And then her lips form a tiny O, and she says, “Row, row, row, row.”
She sings it in bed, she sings it in the car, and she sings it while she walks around the kitchen destroying things. And I have to say, I can’t get enough of listening to her tiny little voice singing.
“Row, row, row, row.” (Or is it “round round round round?”)
The latter is probably more appropriate given life’s strange circle of events lately. Back before the UnSale, we were supposed to close on our new home on Thursday–on November 8. We didn’t obviously — in fact, with our storage contract ending at the end of October, we were more moved back in than moving out.
But a funny thing happened on Thursday: just when we were ready to call home home again, and just when we had made peace with the way things were, we got a new offer, from new buyers.
Deep breath. Are we ready to start over?
As Nellie would say,
“Row, row, row.”
We’re under contract again, and this time it feels a little more right.
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It’s sunny today, so we took the monkey and one yellow dog to the beach to play for an hour in the sand and the surf.
By the end of the year, if all goes well, we might not have to drive to the beach anymore. We might be able to tote one kid, three dogs, and a wagon full of supplies to the beach whenever we want. We would just need to step outside.