Foiled again

So we don't have the keys. Yet. We should (ah, so many should's) have the keys this Tuesday. The hold up is all in the seller's lazy ass bank (Greenpoint Mortgage- you suck). They have been sitting on the papers until the very last moment, and conveniently a holiday weekend. So when we should have been using this long weekend to our advantage, you know-the painting, we are left twiddling our thumbs instead. Well, more like baby chasing and barbecuing, but still.

Meh, I have tried to resign myself to these hold-ups. Ultimately there is nothing we can do to change things or make them move faster, and being frustrated only leaves me upset and unresolved. So we have just been trying to take things in stride and do as much in advance as possible so that we can spring into action as soon as they hand over those keys. Finally.

Anyways, this weekend has not been a total loss. We did make it over to the house today to take measurements in preparation for painting and to make sure our appliances will fit. I am dreaming of buy these, so I need to make sure there is room for my lovelies. Is it sad that I am so excited over laundry appliances? In another world, probably.

We also had a little get together with BL's family to welcome his dad home from the hospital. He seems to be in good spirits and managing the pain pretty well. Now it is just a matter of waiting to make sure no signs of infection spring up and getting him rested and healed.

The house, soon to be home

Uncle Z playing the role of a swing

Baby v.s. Watermelon

Guess who won?

Tell me I'm not the only one who has to hang their child upside down to get a half decent picture with them smiling in the right direction