The good, the bad, and the poop

This weekend's highlights included:

• nice visits with grandma, grandpa, great grandma, and auntie erin
• catching a game at the little league world series
• delicious bbq dinners
• the introduction of the portable dvd player in our car

This weekend's lowlights included:

• a 4 hour drive that turned into an 8 hour drive when a bus accident closed the highway we were on
• the introduction of the portable dvd player in our car

Not yet categorized:

• spencer has pooped in the potty for 2 straight days. his choice. we weren't even thinking of potty training for a good 6 months or more. fad? for real? too easy – right?

Words, words, words

Spencer is picking up new words at an astonishing pace lately. His newest words include ice cream, cookies, and merlot (yea – so what? it was a stressful weekend – ok? We lost another house bid, our landlord is giving us a hard time about our lease, we're still not sure where we might be living on Sept 1…)

Anyhow, my favorite newest language development is the way his word for milk has evolved. Milk used to be "mama" which was very sweet and I enjoyed sharing my namesake with his favorite food. Milk has evolved and he now calls it "MILF". I'll take it as a compliment.

Sights & Sounds of Dylan

Last night was a beautiful fall-like night and I was lucky enough to spend it under the stars in Prospect Park listening to Bob Dylan perform.

A little taste of the music. I felt like I was playing name that tune a lot of the night with the different arrangements of familiar tunes and his less than clear voice. But, this one was easy to recognize:

Download dylan_in_park.m4a

Cancel that moving truck

No go on the house. For now. Another stalemate – seller wants more than we are willing to offer. Yet, nobody else is making an offer. So, we'll wait and see. Disappointing, but not surprising.

No news is …

Good news? Bad news?  Your guess is as good as mine. Still waiting for a response to our offer. Hubby is barring me from contacting them for an update – wants us to play it cool and not seem so interested that they may think we'll offer more money. I am not so good at waiting. But, I promise to blog as soon as we hear either way.

Another weekend, another offer

Sunday nights are always anxious for me. Work is coming. Weekend is over. But, it's usually curable with some chocolate and wine. But, this Sunday, like that past one, I have an added layer of anxiety. An offer is on the table for another house and we're waiting. On Friday we made the offer, got a counter, then responded with a raised, but final offer. Then there was Saturday. And none it's 9pm on Sunday. And we're still waiting for a response. Apparently the sellers are out of town. Just tell me yes or no. NOW! PLEASE! There is not enough chocolate – and NO wine in this house – to deal with this kind of wait.

While we're waiting, some cute photos:

Productivity

Our offer was turned down. Not surprising, but disappointing. Despite the negative response, we do feel there’s still a chance we could get the house. In this market, the scenerio of the house sitting and the owner getting anxious as she continues to write those mortgage checks seems a somewhat strong possibility. So, we wait. But the anxiousness is gone. We made our play and we’re totally comfortable with the price we offered and wouldn’t offer more even if we had the money to do so. So, I’m back to being productive again. And the hunt continues.

Distraction

Unable to function = me.

I haven’t been this distracted since I found out I was pregnant with Spencer. We put an offer on a house last night and  the anticipation is killing me. I’m quite pessimistic that we’ll get it. The seller’s real estate agent was either playing mind games with us to get a higher offer or it’s truly unlikely the seller will accept our offer. Either way, I am doubtful. Despite the hours I’ve spent analyzing the floorplan and scoping out kitchen materials, I’m feeling pretty detached emotionally from the house. The crazy planner that I am wants to jump out and figure out the logistics of moving, doing the renovations, etc. etc. But, for now I’ve put a cork in her. And so we wait. And fidget. And read blogs. And wait some more.