So our big news has turned bust.  So it seems.  Went to meet the inspector today to look over our potential house purchase.  Not good.  Sagging floor joists, standing water in the crawl space, broken hot water heater, leaky pipes, and a mysterious black hole in the closet which seems to be some rip in the space time continuum – Lord knows how much it would be to patch that thing up.

So now we must decide if we want to negotiate the bank fixing these things, or walk away.  I know which way I’m leaning.  Just sucks to have to start back at square one.

Yeah we’re buying a house.  But what really makes me smile is this guy:


He’s crawling now and it is hilarious watching how curious he is.  There isn’t a night when he doesn’t start cracking up about something.  I swear my face is frozen into a smile.

So here is the big news…We made an offer on a house and it was accepted!  Yeah!  So let me tell you the story…

We’ve been looking for over a month.  We joked that our real estate agent has gotten to watch Wyatt age because we’ve looked for so long.  I was sick of looking at houses.  And boy have we seen some doozies. 

The ironic thing is the house we’re getting is the very first house we looked at.  And God just allowed us to keep looking as he kept dropping the price – thank you God!

So now we wait till closing, which is the tedious part.  The only stipulation Jennifer has on the house is that we replace the carpet ASAP – Pepto Pink just doesn’t seem to go with anything we have.  Anybody know how to lay wood floors?

Yes I’m alive.  It took a few days to recover but all is well with the world.  Big news coming ahead!  Stay tuned!

Now I have what Jennifer had.  I feel like death.

Now I have what Jennifer had.  I feel like death.

Jennifer is sick…very sick.  Like, I don’t want to be in the house sick.  And no she isn’t pregnant.  So don’t ask.  But I feel like it.  I just had to make a late night run to Wal-Mart for Popsicles.  It’s the only thing she can keep down. :0(

It’s hard to believe that Wyatt is 7 mo’s old now.  He is such a blessing, and everyday he does something new that cracks us up!  Here he has just learned to splash…we’re waiting for a water spot to form on the ceiling below.

I really don’t know how to put into words how ultimately vindicated I feel.  Anything I say will ultimately fall short, so I’m going to just bullet this out.

• God answers prayer!
• My wife is in big big trouble
• God told me that I would find the money today…I told Jennifer that this morning.
• My wife is in big big trouble
• You have no idea how much stress this has caused me
• You also have no idea how many times I sorted through nasty diaper filled garbage "one last time" just to make sure
• I’m sick of garbage
• I hate cash – plastic baby (Sorry all loyal followers of Dave)
• I was standing in my closet, and looked up to see the Wii box.  I thought to myself, "Self…could it be in there…could my wife have packed into there…no…no she wouldn’t have done that.  But alas I must try every possibility…after exausting checking the cars for the 5th time, and the garbage 3 times, and my office 6 times, and every book on my bookshelf 2 times.
• And with my wife overlooking the process, I see the magical red and blue Bank of America envelope….and my wife runs.
• My wife is in big big trouble
• Sorry babe – the whole "I gave birth thing isn’t cutting it this time"