No we don’t have mice. But it’s been a month and a half since this last post.
Here is why we are diggin on the ‘burbs:
A little thing called NEIGHBORS.
These magical tiny humans are like built-in fixtures that come complete with swing sets. My kids love playing with them and still have no idea what their names are because we can’t stop saying “neighbors” as if we’ve never used the term before. Oh wait, we haven’t. Best part? They are slightly older so they act like true babysitters. “P. don’t you need your coat on? P. don’t climb up that slide without us. P. do you need to Pee? I smell poop.” And so on…
A big thing called A YARD.
$1,000’s of dollars spent on toys and museum memberships over the last 3 years. Now I can just open the door:
I didn’t experience this much in the city. I am sure it exists and you probably just need to look harder than we had the energy for. In towns you have people that lay down roots and raise their kids for the long haul. You are truly part of “it takes a village.” You have people that come over and introduce themselves with a bottle of wine and then proceed to finish it with you. You have people that invite you out for a beer after only knowing you a couple of weeks and secretly stuff your purse with cocktail napkins, plastic straws, and a menu because they are funny friendly like that (and know you’d think it was funny the next morning, too.) You have people that write down 10 things to do with kids in the area on the back of a train schedule including Friday Night football games, hiking the Wildlife Sanctuary, and visiting the little farm that lets you rent horses. They do this because they are proud to live in their village and they want you to be, too.
Holy drive-thrus. There is literally a drive-thru for everything out here. Dry-cleaning, Starbucks, Pharmacy, you name it. This is so key because getting small children in and out of carseats for a small errand is torture; especially in Winter. (Add wine store to this list and I may start living out of my car.)
Hubby can be watching the game upstairs while I catch up on Parenthood downstairs. (That would be episodes of the TV show Parenthood, not actual parenthood…although I guess that’s true sometimes too?) The D Man can play with his toys in the office while Miss P. has the run of the basement. In the city we were practically living like Little House On The Prairie; eating, playing and pooping all in one room.
So there you have it. My list of loves so far.
I can’t think of any cons yet. I think the look on Hubby’s face when he comes home from work and sees the kids playing in the front yard would probably beat out any cons, anyway.