For Sale

Here's a photo of the maybe too good to be true dream house. It seems to still be for sale.


We are now planning to put our house on the market in the upcoming days. This is a step toward buying the dream. It will be difficult with a baby to clean ours up for showings and open houses and to keep it that way until it sells (if it sells). We shall see what God has in store for us. Perhaps we will stay here in our place long term, but we will at least make steps in the direction of the much larger place to see if it works out. It's pretty exciting!

The Fam

Chick Magnet

A Levis Ad

This is actually one of Lucas' one year photos that we recently had done. I think that it looks like a Levis ad.

Baby Zoolander

Sabatoge

Our dream house (a 5 bedroom, 3 bath, with a gigantic bonus room) is for sale in the neighborhood next to ours. It is being sold due to divorce and maybe because of this is going for about $100K less than it is worth. Not too much more than what we could sell ours for. Quite an awesome deal and would be actually somewhat doable for us IF we could sell one of the Florida houses that is currently on the market and our house (which is not yet market ready with a yard full of patchy, weedy grass). Anyone want a nice starter with a large, but dead lawn in Roseville?

The dream house seller thinks that he will sell it quickly with such a great price. We are half hoping that it takes some time, though, and we might be in a better position to consider buying it.

Last night, we brainstormed ideas to keep his house from selling to anyone but us. Our brilliant plans included: posing as the seller and removing the ad from the paper and web, removing and hiding the for sale sign (daily, if necessary), signing up the neighbors on the child molesters database, putting crime tape around the yard and painting the outlines of bodies in the driveway, hiring hoodlums to hang out at the end of the street, posing myself as a pregnant hooker on the corner, and acting out drug deals on the block.

I'll let you know if it works.

Gave in

Look at me, I am no Sandra Dee. This is me at 13 or 14 weeks pregant (who can keep track). This was a couple of weeks ago. I am much larger now and finally gave my body over to the maternity clothes. They do feel good but I look like a frump. I guess that is better than looking like I needed a shoe horn to stuff myself into my normal clothes.

Mind Malfunction

I made a big oops while making our annual Easter bread this year. It was my first time preparing it solo. I've always done it with Mike's mom and sister in the past. But I was determined to keep the tradition alive and go it alone this time (as they are back in Florida).

Let me just start out by saying that all in all it is a grueling 6-7 hour process. It's a yeast bread and needs to rise 3 times before you finally bake it. I was at about the 5 hour mark and thought that it was nearing the time to put it in the oven. So I preheated it to 325 degrees. Ignoring the funny smell that filled my kitchen, I worked to clean up and get Lucas to bed. When I came back to put the dough on the baking pan and stick it in, I couldn't find it where I had left it to rise.

Oh crap, I opened the heated oven in horror to find the plastic bowl holding the dough completely melted down. The starting to bake dough sat helpless and sickly in the melted mess. RUINED was my first thought, just suck it up throw it away. So frustrating that I had wasted a whole day and all of those ingredients. Not to mention the fact that Mike would be so disappointed. I was crushed. What an idiotic thing to do.

In the end, I just went about preparing it as usual(the dough looked and smelled normal besides the bit that baked, which I tossed). It didn't seem to have melted plastic in it. Funny thing is this years Easter bread turned out to be the best darn loaf of the stuff ever. I've got to screw up like that more often.

Pride

I know that this is something that I struggle with. Perhaps it is my biggest fault. I am embarrassed when my child misbehaves in front of visitors, such as not sleeping as well as he normally does and screaming in the middle of the night instead. I don't take advice or correction well, especially when I feel it is unwarrented or unsolicited. And I don't like what my normally petite body morphs into when I am pregnant. In the end, with Lucas I was as big as a bus. No joke. See for yourself HERE.

At 16 weeks pregnant, I am not ready to wear maternity clothes yet. Though, I am bigger than I was at this time with Lucas and was proudly wearing them by then. I was loving the extra room and extreme comfort. And they were new clothes to me. Now they are old, well worn and not appealing to me at all.

So I continue to squeeze into my normal clothes, often choosing the elastic pants options. My shirts are slowly creeping up the belly, buttons are pulled to the max, and some pants won't even button or zip and are definitey getting too tight. But I am determined not to go there yet. I hope that I don't look like one of those people who you see out and think, "She should NOT be wearing THAT!"

Damn pride.

Scream

This is Lucas' new way to sleep or avoid it. He yells, shrieks and throws an all around tantrum in bed lately. Standing the whole time. Even periodically when he wakes up at night. Last night, the blood curdling wailing went on for an hour or so til we drugged him with Tylanol.

IT IS DRIVING ME NUTS!! I freakin' need my sleep and have been cranky, exhausted and miserable for days.

He has always been a really good sleeper. I am not sure what the cause of this new problem is. There are several things that could be contributors: he is cutting four teeth (and two of them are molars), my family just visited and he got out of his routine for about a week, he is trying to give up a nap. Whatever it is, I just want it to stop. I feel like my kid is broken or something.

He has not slept today at all. A couple weeks ago, he was napping for about 3 hours per day. I need that time off for my sanity.

Did I mention that this is driving me crazy?