A Factoid

Max is almost three years old, and he has only vomited once.

I'll Bet You Didn't Know...

... Raisins, when placed on the center plate of a gas burner, and that burner is lit, emit a not-unpleasant odor and then plump up to a tiny, crispier version of their former incarnation as grapes.

Legos and All

Well, I think we may have found a house. And no, we have not sold our house yet. Every time someone says "I can' t believe your house hasn't sold, it's so beautiful" I politely kid "Then buy it." What I really want to say is that we bought in a hot housing market (and, I might add, we were in an even hotter bubble) and we are trying to sell in the coldest market in modern housing history. And... we bought on the most expensive street in the neighborhood. And... we have no central air. Well, anyway, I can't continue to lament the fact that we thought we'd be here forever.

So the house we found is bigger, on a quiet street, next to a family with two young boys and in the school district we want. I thought to myself that it was nice, but I am way beyond getting emotionally tied to these transactions. It was really on a lark we even saw the house to begin with. On Sunday Mark was on his spreadsheet for about an hour and called me into the office to show me it was financially feasible. He blah blahed on about this fund and that interest rate and I was just staring out the window thinking "This house is my home, we've renovated every inch of it with our own hands. We had a plan. Then these little people came along, and the whole game changed. And I have to pack all this crap." I started crying. Mark knows me, and wisely said we'd give it a few days before we decide.

When we put the house on the market in March, the kids freaked out. It took them a while to understand that when we leave we will be taking all of our stuff with us.

"What about our toys?" Atticus asked. "They are coming with us."

"What about the playset?" Charlie queried. "It will come with us."

"Ball," said Max. "It...will come with us."

Even when we were looking actively last summer we wanted to get feedback from the boys. We'd ask, "Which house did you like better?"

"The white one."

"Why?"

"Because they had cookies."

It just goes to show how pragmatic kids can be. I personally should take a lesson from that. All I have to remember is that we are taking ALL our stuff with us, and where we are going there will be cookies.

Max

I was reading through some of my posts and I realized I don't have anything exclusively related to Maxie. I mean, this is his lot in life, being the youngest of three, but I would like to give him some love. The problem is, what is most wonderful and cutest about him cannot be expressed via the written word. I will try to get some footage soon to post a video entry so that Dear Reader can experience him singing "I'm Mister Heat Miser" or pretending to be Spiderman.