I’ve avoided writing about the storm because until now i really didn’t think it was something that anyone would want to hear about…what with us being displaced and the house being trashed and it just being such a sucky hard time. Only now do i feel like it’s almost behind us and i can see the good that came from it. The Simplified Living Experiment got real complicated-real quick. We had already edited our life down to as i describe to be “only what we wanted and needed” so we could live in one room. The new lesson learned was that is wasn’t all we wanted and it wasn’t even what we needed.
What we want is to be together. What we need is each other.
Me and the babies (now 7 and 2!!) Never had to separate and were able to stay safe, warm, and loved at our close friends house for 7 weeks. We also realized all we needed were those friends and countless others who stepped up and did anything they could to help us whether it be diapers, encouragement, money, plastic bins, quarters for laundry, or birthday gifts for the kids (both having birthdays in the days of the power being out). These are some pictures chronologically of the last few months.
Our front door 8:30am 10/30/12
Everything we THOUGHT we needed out for trash.
Our “buffet” was typical to what you saw on every street in Hoboken.
We were more fortunate than many as we could begin renovating within 2 weeks
Happy Birthday Beatrice!! Halloween 2012
Happy Birthday Arthur! 7 yrs and still so stylish in his custom-made pants given by 13 yr olds Tessa and Ava!
Final day before moving back. Yes, we DID clean and seal the floor really well!!
Getting back to normal in the “new” kitchen area.
Where we’ve been cooking up a storm ever since!
First time wearing mittens!
Still trying to keep it colorful!
Business as usual.
I LOVE hosiery. I do. I make up reasons to wear stockings, legwarmers, fishnets, knee-highs, texture, color, layers layers layers.
We now have the exclusive for Hoboken from Hansel from Basel, Lisa B, Philippe Matignon, and Hortensia Handknits.
Wool, Cashmere, Alpaca, Cotton….GORGEOUS!!!! Come by to see (and feel) for yourselves! priced at $18-$185.
DIY Denim Owl Toy from Old Jeans.
I loved this quick and easy idea from fellow-blogger Zhenya. I think i’ll make this on Saturday at the shop! Stop by with your fabric if you want to give it a try on our sewing machine!!
While Baby Business was at her Dad’s on Sunday Arthur and I got SO much great stuff done! Our two favorite little projects to improve the apartment were the handles on the inside of the infamous cabinet, “The Housssse”, and the new gate on the steps to the bunkbed. Arthur was so excited to work on these very important tasks that he drew up some plans and a shopping list the night before including our “schedule” for working on the projects: 7am-12noon.
Plans for the big day.
So damn funny. He was so elated when the gentleman at Home Depot checked Arthur’s list and directed him to the correct aisle for hardware…I haven’t seen Arthur so proud and happy in awhile!
The climber who thinks we’ll leave it open…yeah, right!
The end result of our efforts is that now Beatrice can close herself into the cabinet (her preference) but can NOT get up the steps to Arthurs top bunk!
Life gets easier in some way or another everyday down in the basement!
This morning Arthur said what i’ve pretended i’m not really dreading:
“Can’t I just be ALOOOONE?!”
I answered, “No, you can’t.”
How do you tell your good boy who asks for one thing (OK, maybe three at most) for Christmas, who tells people, “I’m sorry your Dad died”, who takes his job at Mommy’s shop really seriously that no, he can NOT be alone?
Damn, it’s only been 2 weeks or so and he wondered what to do with his anger, energy, annoyance, and need to be alone. Don’t get me wrong; Arthur is one of the most touchy-feely-clingly 6 yr old I’ve ever met. BUT there are moments, clearly, that he wants to not be seen, heard, or touched. Few moments. I questioned myself and my decision to put him living in one room with his baby sister and me around the clock…but just for a moment. I know this is right. Every time I come home and see the surmountable clutter or the safeness of our bunkbeds I know this is right. I love those children and although they drive me nuts with the constant chatter and perpetual face-raking (Arthur and Beatrice respectively) I know I want to be near them and them me.
So we continue. Tomorrow is a new day. I guess some more clear boundaries need to be ironed out. Maybe a “safe” word for Arthur. Maybe he in the front area where the bed is while i take Bea in the yard or for one of her cherished showers…
I’m working on it.
Our room dividers: A work in progress! (you’ll see me working on these at the shop on Saturdays!)
It’s been 12 days since we’ve been sleeping in the new apartment. The relief of being in such a manageable, small space has set in. The children seem so at ease with it all. Mommy is always right nearby. (Arthur seems to benefit from that even more than little Beatrice!)
My independent girl!
Already we’ve settled into a routine. Bea wakes up at 5:30ish (GRRR) and peers her tiny face over the side of her baby-cage and greets me with the cherished little “Mama?”. Arthur just snoozes and rolls over. I get up with Baby Business and sit quietly having milk. She likes to wander out to the yard early in the morning by herself but i recently had to put a stop to it because as she was yelling her nonsense words up to the sky i realized it was only 6:30 and perhaps the rest of the neighborhood would prefer to be sleeping!
Arthur playing “school” with his animals. NOTE: strategic positioning up at the counter to keep Bea from wrecking the groups of pupils.
As always Arthur is thrilled to get up as soon as he realizes the party has started without him! Typically they start the day with a little chase ending with a bit of stowaway time in the cabinet in the chimney. This adorable little storage spot (above) has been dubbed the “housssse” by Business. She fearlessly sits in there and closes the (un-latchable) doors so she can sit in blackness. She’s been dubbed my “creepy” child by her Auntie Yomaira. Clearly i won’t be using it for storage any time soon…
Where we terrorize the baby…
The “family-shower” time has become a favorite of Arthur’s and mine but not so much of Beatrice. She just hasn’t gotten the hang of it yet. We’ve coaxed her a number of times but she’s not having any real part of it. I even went so far as to go in myself the other evening and let her wander to the edge fully clothed until i scooped her into my arms to participate. She did better that night but it will be harder getting her clean if she showers in pants and shirt! I’m sure she’ll adjust with time.
Sink? I’m not a big fan.
The only thing really getting on my nerves so far is the sink. It’s about 14″ x 17″ if that. It’s basically a bar-sink (without the handiness of actually being part of a BAR!). It took so much effort and counter-flooding to wash the 3 baking pans we used that i considered having “family-shower” time with the pans and getting it over with.
So, all in all: so far so very very very good.
The front construction site…YUCK.
Now if only the contractors would finish the work out front on the steps and sidewalk so our “bedroom” right inside the front door wouldn’t have cement and brick dust all over the floor…
This is why you do anything you do…DELISH!!