Nine months after we got kicked out of our old house, upon moving into our new house BAM, the water heater bit the dust a mere ten minutes after we dragged our first box over the threshold.
Hal: "HAKSDHAKJFHKAJHDSKJAHDKJSA! Our hot water heater just died!" (Yelling, screaming, expletive expletive expletive."
My mom, hands in the air: "IT'S A SIGN! YOUR WATER BROKE, GET IT!??! THIS IS THE BIRTH!"
But she was pretty right on and in terms of broken water heaters, the timing could not have been better. Plus, it was humbling in a way. A sort of "Welcome to homeownership! Let me pop your cherry with your first unexpected expense!"
And less than adequate paint jobs.
It's all beautiful.
As for Esteban's full name, I thought it only fair, since the kids have Hal's last name (archaic, I know. And a little annoying, to be honest. But that's for another post and I don't feel like getting into the whole "who takes what" last name debate, because, it's complicated and I have regrets. ANYWAY!) that our house should have mine, so I don't have to be the lone Woolf.
Of course, because Esteban's first language is Espanol, I thought Lobo, more apropos. Lo(o)bo, with the extra O.
Javier is just a sexy name so I stuck it in there because DAMN, Este. You sexste.
Voila! Esteban Javier Loobo (pronounced Lobo)!
I'm still not entirely here here, so forgive my posting these next few days. The first five episodes of ChildStyle go live this Thursday on HGTV.com which is very exciting and also highly nerve-wracking aka my stomach is a little on the loopy side c/o anticipationitis. In the meantime, I got started on Archer and Fable's room makeover this morning, researching bunk beds and narrowing down curtain swatches so the kids have color coordinated options to choose from. (Archer picked his "city transportation" print already. Fable's leaning toward something "pink rainbow doll"esque.)
In the meantime, I nailed a few things to their walls temporarily.
Which is totally gross but 100% on par with how I'm feeling right now, a mere nine days after pushing a 2100 square foot house out of my soul's vagina.
Las ventanas del alma.