We live on the edge of an ex forest. Less than a month after moving here they clear cut two blocks away from us. I don't mind. I married a logger, so I understand that it was just sterile tree farm, and not a real forest. But I don't think I will ever forget the sound of squirrels screaming. So horrible. On to happier things...
We live on Ocean Street. The street are ABC order, so that means we are 15 blocks from the ocean, which is both good and bad. We are just above the Tsunami evacuation, but Chaun has little legs, and by the time we walk to the beach and play, I have to carry him home :) Thats when it is nice that the blocks are shorter than normal, and some streets, like Marine, aren't even there. There is just a grass path where someday there could be a road.
This is a very small town, and although there are lots of homes, only about 1 in 5 are lived in. When I meet someone my age (20-45), its a big deal. We both get all excited and exchange info. Most of the people out here are retired. And very old.
Chaun has a little daycare that he loves, "Pammies" and begs to go play everyday. He does go about twice a week for a few hours. I think it is awesome for him. He has friends, Carter and Grace, and tries new food everyday.
Today when we got home from daycare there were four deer next door, and one is hugely pregnant. Chaun already has big plans for her baby. He says it can sleep in his bed, and if there are two, one can sleep on the floor by the bed. He plans to feed it cheese, and pet it.