We passed an unexpected milestone on Wednesday. On the surface, it simply marked seven months in what shouldn’t really be called our “new” house anymore. Then we realized it also marks the moment when Clara has spent more of her life here than she did in our first home.
We always assumed Clara’s memories of our first house would be hazy, but reaching this milestone makes it feel real. That first house—where Sherry and I renovated for more than four years—meant so much to us. It was our wedding venue, our DIY test lab, the spark that started this blog, and the place we brought our baby home from the hospital. Yet already it’s becoming “the place I lived for a few months when I was a baby” in Clara’s timeline. A little bittersweet.
Here’s her nearly seven-month-old self checking out her new room on moving day.
And here she is over seven months later. Such a big girl. Still pretty bald, though.
We’re so glad she—and Burger—settled into the new house so well. We love it too. It’s funny to realize that a place that meant so much to us will likely be only a faint memory for her. Fortunately, she’ll have plenty of photos and videos to look back on.
Do any of you have a childhood home you only remember vaguely? Or do pictures and family stories trigger most of your memories? I lived in the same house my whole childhood, so my memories are clearer, while Sherry moved several times and mostly remembers small, specific details—like the drop ceiling in the basement her kids would “accidentally” break. At least Clara’s earliest memories won’t include that kind of destruction—unless you count all the DIY projects she witnessed.
Update: We just took Clara’s monthly photo—check it out. We’ve got a walker!!