Some favorite finds from our new backyard. Clockwise from top left: .a mushroom found under my grill cover
.one of several decaying logs, teeming with as much life as death
.a giant oak leaf that looked like a dinosaur footprint
.a bigass fort
.a temporary gravel pile and a couple of cute babies
.a lovely vulval bracket fungus on another of the aforementioned logs
.a strawberry bush aka hearts-a-bursting vine
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Everybody tells you, when you become a mother, that you won’t even get to go to the bathroom alone.

Nobody told me that I’d be so not-alone that I’d always have a quorum.

The listing realtor comes tonight to see the house and, I hope, give a much-needed motivation injection by telling us the pig’s lipstick looks quite sellable, actually.

Because right now — after at least 6 weeks of concerted purging, boxing, and clearing — it still feels like 80% of my preparation has been…buying a can of Febreeze.

People like Febreeze, right?

The more I want to be gone, the more impossible it seems.

Has anybody ever actually sold a house they were still living in? With two children? Under age 2? And a disability that makes tidying up a monumental effort?

toddler looking uncerrtain

Felix isnt sure, either.