Teething and moving

Our little man is teething and as a first time mom, I had no idea that meant tons of drool, unhappy camper (at times), and chewing on lots of things.

Since we are expecting again (we'll find out how many of you are reading this), we need to move. I copied the following story of our first look at a house from an email I sent to our former next door neighbors who now live in Australia.

"We’ve only looked at one place so far (in Lakewood, not Highlands Ranch) and it was the perfect backyard with a pool, but the house was in disrepair. AND, in the basement next to a desk was a list two pages long about all the strange occurrences “It” has done in the past two years. The list was as follows: June 9, 2006: It turned on the oven, made the phone rang, and turned off the lights. September 20, 2006: It threw off everything that was in order on the kitchen table. Some things broke. December 20, 2006: It does not like Christmas. It threw Mr. and Mrs. Claus down the stairs and they broke (that was my personal favorite). December 26, 2006: It took off all the Christmas decorations and now they are at the foot of the tree in a mess. After reading more entries, I decided the place was AWESOME! So I vowed never to go back as that list creeped me out. Ryan said I was being a pansy and told me how cool it would be to have “it” as a roommate. Yea, call me crazy, but I don’t find that too cool. The real estate agent learned of this story and she promptly called the folks and they took down the list because it could be viewed as a deterrent when buying the house. You think?!

That’s the only half-way decent story of late other than the black mold across the street."

In April, we've signed up for swimming lessons at our local recreation center. It's for five weeks and we'll see how Mr. Eban does.