Last night we got back from a 24 hour getaway to Tahoe. This is only our second time to the cabin since Roscoe was born and it is always refreshing to have a complete change of scenery. Plus I am sure Ray's parents appreciated having the house to themselves without our tribe for a couple of days. The pups went for a swim, Ray chopped firewood, I read a magazine and Roscoe got to explore a whole new un-childproofed house. He also got himself his first black eye (there's one for the baby book) when he launched himself into the base of a rocking chair.
In condo news, we had our fourth open house yesterday. Our agent is now afraid our condo is getting "stale" and is suggesting a large reduction in price if it doesn't sell soon. "Soon" like within a few days. And our downstairs neighbor is listing his place any day, which will really hurt our chances of selling at a decent price. We can't lower the price because we would be taking a huge hit and wouldn't have much money to put down on another house. It is already hard enough to qualify for a mortgage the size we need, so less money down will basically take us out of the game. We will have to figure out other options like moving back in or renting it out. Renting it out wouldn't cover our expenses and then we would have to find a place to rent that allows babies and pit bulls... Haha yeah right. What a bunch of crappy news. Our agent has two showings scheduled for today and one of them really, really needs to bring an offer. I mean reeeeally.
Just so I don't end this post abruptly, hunt out a dozen donuts and a bottle of wine to drown my sorrows in, let's focus on my favorite subject... The Roo. He seems to have entered a warp speed developmental spurt - I can't even keep up. He feeds himself puffs and scrambled egg yolk and little bits of all sorts of stuff. He goes up stairs, pulls himself to kneeling and sometimes standing, imitates us eating, grinds his teeth (?!), feeds the dogs his food... he is even growing some hair! Dark brown, for the curious. He just seems very grown up lately. More toddler than baby and I am somehow SHOCKED that this is happening. Like I never quite believed he would ever grow up. Now if only he would grow into a longer sleeping pattern... (the good night of sleep was apparently a one-time fluke, but hey I will take any good nights I can get). I am fascinated watching him change to quickly right before my eyes. And, of course, I still think he is the sweetest and cutest boy with the best disposition of any baby ever born. I even got stopped at Trader Joe's by some lady that was in awe of his perfectly round head. I think that is proof that I lucked out in the baby department. *shameless adoring smile*
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