I think our old house on the mountain is now just a small memory to the kids. Every once in awhile Mary Kate will say, "Remember our regular house with the basement?" Our not so regular house now is starting to feel like home. My cousin once said that your home is not your home until you have scrubbed your own toilets. Check! It is now filled with our laughter, our tears, our smells, our pictures and our love. I do love this house.
I love my 175 year old home and all its quirks.
Since moving in, the most important things that have occurred are the purchase of rugs for the floors and most importantly the wood stove. We are now hopefully heating this house more efficiently. Tomorrow we will all sit down for our first Thanksgiving in our home. Charlie wants to invite Squanto and Mary Kate proceeds to tell us every day that she is not eating turkey. These pics were taken across the street at the school playground.