Two lovely women from Regal Maids (www.regalmaids.com) swooped in this afternoon and spiffed up the homestead. The floors are so shiny they squeak, and it looks very pretty in here.
I enjoy pampering this house for its future owners. After all, our two kids will forever remember 2080 Capstone Circle as their first home. There will tears, indeed, when we finish packing and set sail for Boston.
This is the perfect first house for a young family... maybe unless you have triplets. Then you'd need to move post haste, like our former neighbors. When the husband told me they were pregnant with trips - and that they were all boys - I said, "So... when are you moving?" He looked at me, baffled, and said, "Oh, probably when they're two." I am sure my "uh, yeah, right buddy" look was entirely too transparent.
They moved when the boys were six months old. In other words, pre-ambulatory, before the real fun begins.
My girls learned to walk here. Play here. Cause trouble here. And now they take those well-honed skills to Massachusetts, where fall leaves flutter, winter snows blow, and the Red Sox crash and burn every October. Sometimes earlier.
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