Sunday, March 16, 2008

The only instance in which it is ever OK to refer to a 4 month old as sexy

The cold is continuing on its course and the baby now sounds like Kathleen Turner. Part of the hoarseness is probably from the massive amounts of crying he did Friday and Saturday--you know, when I was pinching him and putting all of his binkies in the Cuisinart? But he's developed a husky voice so it just sounds hilarious when he laughs (when I'm not pinching him and destroying his binkies) and he's also got this demure, princess-sounding cough that seems as if its going to stay for a while.

I'm really done with house hunting. No more condos, tandem parking, storage lockers or shared gardens. But also no more teeny tiny shoe box sized single family homes with lots of termite damage and dry rot in questionable--at best--neighborhoods. Just no more. This is one of those times when I really wish I hadn't gotten my hopes up so high.

4 comments:

The Moores said...

oh no! don't give up on the hunt for a home yet! Persevere! My first condo took months and months and months to find me...it will happen.

Deborah said...

I'm not giving up. No matter how exhausting and depressing and demoralizing house hunting in the SF Bay Area can be, it's still better than coming home to our white walled, beige carpeted rental townhouse. But to make up for how much I want to give up, I'll be complaining a little extra.

Scott said...

We feel you. I'm just starting to come around to the idea that either I'm going to have to take over the company I'm with, take two jobs, or kidnap someone to be our nanny so my wife can work too if we ever want to buy a house and start a family in San Francisco. My heart goes out to you.

Deborah said...

That's great--I can sell your heart on the black market for a bigger down payment.