A Weird Milestone: a house log

We passed a weird milestone on Wednesday. On the surface, it simply marked seven months of living in this should not-call-it-new-anymore house. Then we realized it also marked the point at which Clara has spent more of her life living here than at our first home.

We consistently knew our first house would simply be a foggy blip on Clara’s memory radar, but passing this milestone feels like it is in fact happening. The house that we spent renovating/loving for over 4.5 years meant so much to me and Sherry – it was not simply our first home, it was our wedding venue, our Hands-on testing grounds, our inspiration to start this journal, and where we took our baby home from the hospital. But it is already becoming “that place I lived for a few months back when I was a baby” to Clara. Sigh.

Here is her nearly seven-month-old self checking out her new room back on moving day.

And here she is over seven months later. Such a big girl. Still fairly bald though.

We are truly glad she (and Burger) took so well to the new house. And we are more than a little fond of it ourselves. It is simply funny to think that a house that meant so much to us will not be much more than “oh yeah, that place” to Clara. Thankfully she’ll have no shortage of photos and videos to remember it by.

Do any of you have a childhood home that you only remember vaguely? Or do you get most of your memories jogged by pictures and your parents’ stories? I lived in the same house for my whole childhood, but Sherry moved around a few times, and only remembers “the drop ceiling in the basement that she and the boys would ‘accidentally’ break all the time” from her first one. At least Clara’s memory of her first house will not involve destruction. Unless you count all the Hands-on that she witnessed.

Update- We simply got Clara’s monthly pic done, check it out here. we have a walker!!