Thursday, February 21, 2008

That house will never love you back

Best real estate advice ever. "Don't fall in love with a house" Thanks Megan. I'd like to think it's because the house will never hold me in the morning afterwards or call me after our tender moment. Don't even get me started on the diseases, get the pipes checked or you'll feel the burn. Fickle lovers that they are.


Anyway, the house(s) that we were bidding on Tuesday and Wednesday were bought by someone who came in $75 000 more than asking right out of the gate on Tuesday and $50 000 on Wednesday. The dude on Tuesday bought the house for $427, 501. I shit you not. It's the fiscal equivalent of flipping us the bird.


Am exhausted by the idea that what seems to be an impossible amount of money to us isn't even on the radar for a lot of folks. So depressing. Thank god I wasn't in love with the houses...just a bit of lust.

Speaking of easy on the eyes; J and Fenner at Allan Gardens - does that greenery feel good on the eyes or what.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Two Weeks of Work

It's really hard to post when I'm asleep at 8:00 which is a full 1.5 hours after I'm done for the day. That being said I can't express what a luxury it is to be able to breastfeed and snuggle Fenner throughout the day. Jason and her relationship has changed completely and they go on adventures everyday.

She's napping more regularly and is super aware when she's awake.. January was legwarmer knitting as modelled by Fenner. Here's the second pair of legwarmers as modelled by my Mom - check out her bartrick! February has some more complicated knitting for y'all.

We're off to bid on a house tonight so here's some pics to satisfy the Fenner fans (Dad!), cross your fingers and toes for us.

Fingernail clipping incident and another 10 points for me in my race for the worst mother ever award. This was back in early Feb and like a lizard she regrew her finger! Winterlude.
Fenner is gaining ground fast in the battle to make my head explode with adorableness. This was taken AFTER I'd had my daily snack of baby cheeks.
The teddy bear onesy is about to join the "too small" knits pile but we're stuffing her into it to go bid on this house - how could a homeowner NOT sell us house?!