Rental House

After deciding that staying in a hotel room until we found a place to move into just wasn't going to work, Mike found us a one-bedroom apartment (actually a small, very old house) with a living space and more of a kitchen. It was a charming place in a lot of ways.

Ben looking at the street through the front window.

The front of the house. There was a very small parking spot in front of the cellar door.

It was a challenge to get Ben and his stroller up and down those stairs several times a day. Especially with all the bees around the ivy. There was a sweet little backyard with a table and chairs but the bees and the heat kept us away.

Right inside the front door, which was actually on the side of the house. The door locked automatically, so we kept the key in the door all the time.

Living room. The only space I had for our groceries was on the dining room table, so we ate in the living room. That was also where we kept our luggage and clothes.

Mike trying to get a little practice in. The dining room is in the background.

Ben put the whole mouthpiece right into his mouth. Maybe he thought it was a lollipop.

The back of the house, dining room on the right, kitchen on the left. There's a tabletop oven behind the fireplace. What's not visible is the sink with the very small fridge underneath it. There was only one outlet, and we could either plug in the fridge or stove at any given time.
The kitchen shared a wall with the bathroom, and there was space in the wall above the sink near the ceiling. Kind of strange.

This fireplace was less than an issue with Ben than I thought it would be.

Ben loved climbing these stairs. They were pretty steep and there weren't any handrails.

The sitting area at the top of the stairs. It was too hot to use it.

Calvin spent a good bit of time looking out the front window.

He thought about making a run for it several times.

The bedroom where we all slept. It was on the second floor so it was pretty hot. The floor was slanted and my feet were higher than my head when lying in bed.

The bathtub was the saving grace of this place. First, it was an actual bathtub, not a dangerously slippery shower stall like in the hotel room. And it was the perfect size for Ben. He loved bathtimes there.