Well, I've always wanted a barn...and now we have three! We're the proud new owners of 10 acres with outbuildings galore and an old decrepit farmhouse. At first glance the home might look unliveable, but through the dirt and grime and rotted boards and frozen pipes, we can see the potential in the old hardwood floors and high ceilings and ancient trim. So we'll be busy for several months or years (and if you come and visit us, we'll probably put you to work with a paintbrush too), but someday we'll have it back to its long-ago status of being one of the most charming farms in the area. And we might even have a few chickens by then too.
We still have to sell our house but don't want to do that until we have the farm fixed up enough to live there. I'm not looking forward to the whole having-the-house-on-the-market thing again. It's terribly inconvenient to have to be ready to leave at a moments notice while a realtor shows your house. But I guess there's not much one can do about that.
Things are going well with Jonathan. He's a delight to have around. When I picked him up from school on Friday, he got in the car and said, "I'm really sorry I have to tell you this..." (here I brace myself for something really bad) "...but I'm going to be losing a tooth soon." Boy was I glad to hear that! :)
And speaking of teeth, I found these in the pockets of a certain little boy's pants when I was doing laundry...