House update

I really would like to be posting here more often. But I don’t even have time to update my facebook status. Seriously, it’s been like two weeks. The kids are time consuming. I haven’t had pictures printed in about a hundred years and I’m tired.whatever. Such is life.

People came and looked at the house on Friday. They were insane. They didn’t like it because there “was just so much work to be done.” Gasp, the walls they are all plaster. And they couldn’t live like that. All those walls would have to be taken down and replaced.

I know I’m selling this house and possibly a bit biased… but the walls are not in terrible condition. They are plaster and lathe; fairly common in a 103 year old house. But seriously. If they can find a house in Monroe county that is 2200+ square feet, brand new roof, brand new windows, completely refinished hardwoods in 90% of the house. AND has all the plaster ripped out and replaced with drywall? For 135K? Then let me know because I want that house. I’m looking in that price range for myself right now and I can tell you; all that is out there in that price range are tiny little  splits and ranch houses.

It just makes me frustrated. However, we’ve decided that we’re not going to pull the house come December. Since they extended the housing credit, there are more buyers looking so our realtor wants us to keep it on the market. She did say if we get to it, that we can block off time during the holidays. I just don’t want to have to have the house looking like perfection between Christmas and Jeffrey’s birthday. I’d like him to be able to play with stuff and not have to immediately pick it up and put it away.

 

How to romance a lady

Conversation #1
Jeffrey: Mama, how long ago was I a baby?
Me: A year or two.
Jeffrey: Mama, how long ago were you a baby?
Me: A lot longer buddy, about 30 or so years.
Jeffrey: How long ago were dinosaurs?
Me: Millions of years ago. Long long time ago. Are you talking about dinosaurs this week at school?
Jeffrey: No. We talked about dinosaurs yesterday. Were dinosaurs when you were a baby?

Conversation #2
Jeffrey: This chair is beautiful.
Jeffrey: This room is beautiful, those flowers are beautiful. Why is the table not beautiful?
Brian: Not everything is beautiful to everyone. Different things are beautiful to different people.
Brian: Do you think Baby Elena is beautiful?
Jeffrey: Yes! she is!
Brian: Do you think Mama is beautiful?
Jeffrey: No. she is not beautiful.
Brian: Why not buddy?
Jeffrey: She doesn’t have any trains on her. Trains are beautiful.

Thank God the laundry was in the car

So I’m pretty sure that no one actually reads this blog anymore. Unless of course, I write something that pisses off the family. Then the numbers spike.
Perhaps I need more controversy?

Anyway. I was reading a post over at Amalah and it inspired me. Let me tell you, I love her blog, I think I love her children. I want to be friends and drink wine with her. Seriously people, I have cried with joy about her children. who. I. have. never. met. whatever. I totally have friends.

She wrote a post about her husband wigging out over child injury and the aftermath. It reminded me of how I wig out over poop. Yeah. this is a post about poop. Aren’t  you all lucky. All two of you.

I went to the public market this weekend with Bridget and while there the baby had a blowout. I picked her up out of the stroller and was all “Eww sweetie, you’re leaking a bit. Let’s change you.” Then I noticed that there were yellow smears all down the arm of my shirt. SQUEE!! I hate this part of parenting.
I looked at Bridget and announced that Brian would be proud that he could clean up Princess Kicky Pants (PKP) with only one, possibly two wipes. I? on the other hand would prefer to use the entire container. If I could coat my hands and arms in them before touching the baby I would. Seriously people. It’s gross!

Bridget laughed at me. And was then slightly horrified to realize that I totally stripped off my shirt in the middle of the street to put on a new one.  True, it’s not the best neighborhood. But are people really going to mess with the crazy white lady who is muttering about poop, carrying around a house’s worth of laundry* and stripping** in the street? I don’t think so.

* We had two showings on Saturday and an open house on Sunday so I was driving around the clean laundry that we still haven’t had time to fold and put away.

**I have no shame. It’s true. And I looked around to make sure no one was standing or looking nearby.

And then a whole bunch of stuff happened

We found the perfect house (and it WAS perfect).
And we lost the perfect house (stupid people making Cash offers. WTF!)

We’re looking and looking and looking now and nothing is jumping at me. (But I’m patient).
We’re trying to sell ours. We have a showing tomorrow and another open house on Sunday. (Send us good vibes!)

The baby is growing bigger and she’ll be 6 months old this week. ?!?!
She’s learned how to pump her legs and make the car seat rock. It makes her very happy.
She also likes to lift her legs up and slam them back down when she wants to wake up from the crib.
I’ve started calling her Princess Kicky Pants. It fits her and she smiles when I call her that.
She is almost sitting up on her own. She’ll play for a bit before tipping over.
She took her first bath with the ring to sit up with. She very much enjoyed it.
She laughs and smiles and is generally very happy.

But she still is not sleeping through the night consisntently.
I am tired.

Jeffrey is visiting Grandma. Going to the Trolley museum and generally having a fabulous time. We get random one sentence snippets from him on the phone. “I watched a movie. It had a railroad crossing! BYE!” They’re all very cute.
It’s been a week now. I miss him and his snuggley squirmey cuddles.

Work has been crazy and we’ve been looking at houses like wild people. I miss writing here and I’m hoping I’ll have more time soon. I’d like to have more time to scrape out my insides and heave them onto paper.

We moving on uP?

They countered and we accepted their counter-offer. yay!

All we have to do now is sell our house. It’s beautiful and happy! We have our first showing tonight at 7:15.  Lets all keep our fingers crossed!

I’m really hoping that all the stars align and we’re able to sell our Hilton house and get the Brighton house.