I feel very much like Goldilocks, as I may have found the, "just right." house for us.
I'll not post it now, so that in case things go astray, no further damage will be done to my blog-psyche.
House #1.
Upon arrival, August was first to notice a winning home feature- the pile of bricks at the side door. Vacant for over a year, this house was great looking on the outside, but lacked certain, "updates," to make it viable, "In the now."
Once we were able to extract the baby from the brick pile, we were able to check out the inside.
Blue carpet, floor to ceiling segmented mirrors, and a kickin' dance studio (complete with toe bar) greeted us. It was a great layout, but had not had any love since the mid 70s or so. Usually my style? Yes. A bit too much work... so it was off the list.
The best feature of home #1, a mini drum set that August became quite enamored with. . . it was really cool. Second birthday present anyone?
House #2.
Our real estate agent had some troubles opening the door... thankfully August was there to step in with a helping hand. Once inside, oh.... wouldn't you like to know... for this is the one that may be, "it."
The house is nothing remarkable on the outside. It is nice. Very nice -(don't let my real estate agent know) we like it nice- and I hope that we'll have some "news" soon... so keep those fingers crossed.
Home #3.
Pretty sweet at on the outside... College pad from the late 60s on the inside. I liked the in-kitchen fireplace, but couldn't get down with the cat-pee smell and bright red carpeting in the basement.
I wanted it to work out so badly, but there was no privacy- the backyard opened to a city park, and every house looked just like it.
Abode #4
The front-runner, pre trip. I couldn't wait to see it.
Then, up close, I saw it.. The real estate agent coined the, "Silence of the Lambs Basement."
That sort of ruined it for me.
Dwelling #5.
Colossal freak out by babyman.
The family didn't know we were coming, and was in the middle of a major house cleaning.
It was nice, but not quite what we were looking for.
The piano in the living room caused the freak out.
For a closer look:
When home shopping with a baby, don't allow him to see a musical instrument which he cannot play.
This was red-faced, mom-kicking fun.
At least I was smiling.
Squat Pad #6.
Cool place. WAAAAAAY out in the country, so that was a no-no.
It did have an above ground pool with flamingos floating within, a "18th hole," green, and more red carpeting than hell. It was actually really nice, but too much work. So we continued on.
Ranch #7.
The longshot of the bunch. Out in the country, in a subdivision. I should have studied the map more closely. Charming landscaping and luxurious garage. Issue? the steps that led to nowhere.
Keith and I surmise that there may have been a plan to add a second story.
Space #8
You may notice August's clothing change. Nothin' says this one's a winner, except for a poop in the pants. Although August was fond of this place, we made our move, asking to once again see place #2.
So, offer in, fingers crossed, more updates to come.
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