Yesterday our house was a part of the realtor's home tour. About a dozen agents came through to look at it. They all had nice things to say.
Unfortunately saying nice things doesn't necessarily equate to bringing over prospective buyers. But we can hope.
We'll be having another open house this Sunday. If it goes anything like last weekend, it will be very similar in appearance to just another Sunday afternoon at home.
Except I wont be wearing pajama pants.
The other night when my children were eating their dinner of cold breakfast cereal stop judging me, I noticed that Derek seemed to be spilling a lot of milk and he was only using one hand to eat with.
He happened to be eating dinner wearing only his diaper I said STOP JUDGING ME.
I realized that this ensemble will no longer work for us, because, well...
...being a boy and all...
...well let's just say that he ate his entire dinner like this:
Today Alex had her haircut. She is terrible at sitting still and equally terrible at polite social skills.
Nevertheless, she is as cute as a bug with her new shoulder-length 'do.