Our buddy Evelyn is a curious, clingy full on toddler now. She asks to “walk” rather than stroll. She finally sleeps well (Thanks PLS) and she throws brief but high pitched tantrums that end with her dramatically draped on the floor or covering her eyes as if to cry and shouting “oh boo!” in protest. Continue reading
The Sullivan family unit is still intact post 6 months of VT (pansy) winter, a remodel, a sleepless child, 5 ear infections and 2 months of first trimester nausea. Pent up angst went into tree trimming leveling, which saved most of our sanity and kept Ev entertained as Nancy sat around waiting for nausea and stick seasons to pass. Continue reading
A week away from the Messier Hill project prompted oohs and aahs as we finally got back in the house. Drywall was up. The dark window stains were primed and there was a stunning stack of 15″ VT pine boards in the living room. Ev interpreted this as progress in her playground and spent 20 minutes walking back and forth with her walking stick. Continue reading
Bluebird, icy cold days brought 3 Northwesterners to New England. The wary travelers endured canceled flights and red eyes to arrive. Thanks, weather gods. Your white, fluffy trickery worked. They changed their flights on the other end and stuck around the gambrel palace a few more days. Continue reading
A few more weeks at the Sullivans saw all family members, a new truck, a Jesus cake, a Christmas light short, a Christmas tree spectacle, a first birthday and a new year. Whew. Yet after all that, tears welled as we packed our suitcases to move down the hill.
Thank you siblings for the heavy lifting to get all our furniture, a tree, a cord of wood and some booze into the house before Christmas. We’re forever grateful for your enthusiasm and stamina.
Our 11 month old (what?!) Evvie continues her approach to toddlerhood. We can calm a fussy mood by holding her hands and walking anywhere. She grins wide and squeals with pride (or so I project). She plays independently with plastic barn animals, rocking chairs, butter cartons, whisks, but her corolle babies (vanilla scented) are still the favorites. She coos for books to be read over and over again with Nana. The Good Night Train and Brown Bear Brown Bear are already showing wear.
A little summary of our first week:
A week went by quickly at the original Sullivan house. We all survived. No one is yet CAGE positive. Evvie enjoyed her first 28 degree day bundled like a Seattleite by her clueless mother. She placed “long puffy coat” on the top of her Christmas list to Kate Santa. Continue reading
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