Like PostSecret For Houses

As you my loyal readers (if I haven't lost you completely by now) surely know, the Muldrows are a-house-huntin'. Tonight I wanted to do some digging on a couple possibilities. So I discovered how completely fascinating the St. Louis County real estate records are.

I am telling you that seeing sketches of my house, having my sale price listed, my taxes paid, my square footage (so puny!) and lot size listed publicly is just, well, weird to me.

Weirder still that I could find out the same for every house we're looking at. AND FOR ALL OF YOURS, HA HA HA. Just kidding. I swear, I am far too lazy for that.

But I did scope out one we're already loving, and one we might be loving. Comparing the taxes, size, recent sales prices and so on was really eye opening (aka Webster taxes truly are just kooky talk compared to Shrewsbury taxes).

And it was also sorta sweet to see that our purchase of our home was the only "sale history" she's ever had.



Mrs. Richardson's uncle built this for her new husband and her in 1955. She raised her son her - his whole life! - and now we're raising ours.

And though I will be sad sad sad to leave my sweet little bungalow one day soon, it's neat to think we'd hand it off to the next little family waiting to happen.

Juxtaposition

How's this for the wide range of craziness on the web? Here were the two videos that caught my interest today.

First, I found this a compelling feminist appeal for Hillary. ***Note I am not necessarily decided, or endorsing this view that you vote for The Woman, to get A Woman in office. But I did hold it at one point in college; and something still resonates for me. Though I can say the same for non-whites. There are several glass ceilings to break; and so we have just one part of this November's dilemna.




And then...on a much much lighter note, and one probably not endorsed by the makers of the prior video...here's SNL's take on the latest pharma breakthrough: Annuale, for the Once-A-Year Period. Tina Fey in the wig alone made me laugh, but the whole thing had me rolling over my Lean Cuisine at lunch today.

P.S.

His hernia surgery is postponed until March 14. My business trip last week bumped it ... then never even materialized.

That probably gives you a sense of what it's been like.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I Can't Take it Anymore!

I so don't have time for this but my barren blog needs posting. Also, my poor mother in law must be dying for a Matthew update.

Here goes.

Everything's not just "no" it's "No Way!" As in, "Mtthew do you want an orange?" "No Way!"

Everything out of his eyesight is "hiding." Daddy's in the shower? Hiding. Remote control partially under a magazine? Hiding. Red Fish, Blue Fish Dr. Seuss illustration of cartoon arms and hands reaching across the page? Naturally, hiding.

He runs everywhere, and is fast.

He nightly goes around kissing all animals on the lips. The cat especially gets the treatment, with him gently manouvering her head around like they're on their first date.

He and his buddy Jackson across the street have moved past biting and hitting to giggling, playing and getting into trouble together.

He learns what seems like five new words a day. He knows his letters and we're working on numbers.

He is enamored with Xuxa, a Brazillian woman who makes children's DVDs. Thanks Aunt Fernanda! As we cart him around househunting the last few Sundays, he's happy in "Shosha!" land in the backseat.

He labels things "Funny!" when he makes use laugh. He knows when he's being silly.

He LOVES his new play area we setup in the basement and demands to go "Down, down!?" constantly. I barely got my bye bye kiss today, he was practically hurdling the safety gate.

He simply loves taking showers!

Since no guilty belated update would be complete without visuals, here he is wearing his AWESOME big brother to be shirt from Aunt Erin (and available to the paying public ZoeysAttic.com).

Hopefully I have broken my blogging block. More to come soon, my peeps.

So THAT Explains It

Reading my prior post about how my crabby baby wasn't sleeping, I feel terrible. Since Matthew has been on antibiotics for his ear infection, he has:
Been sleeping
Been eating
Been happy
Not been a bad crabby apple baby

So THAT is what not being in semi-constant pain can do for a child's demeanor!

To our defence, we'd had him in to the doc the week before, suspecting something was wrong. But she sent us home saying some kids have coughs all winter, and his ears were clear, blah blah. What a difference a week makes - she spotted it as ear infection right away when he was in the following week. Mike said she almost got defensive, "this wasn't like this last week." Hey lady, I'm with you. It would kill me to think he suffered like that a whole week, so instead let's believve it just came on. Which I really think it DID, but, the precursors must have been there and made him, if not in pain, at least uncomfortable.

Anyway, three cheers to Pasteur or Newton or whoever it was - heck, it probably a mom - that came up with penicillian and it's babyfriendly cousin, amoxicilan. Within 2 days he was better, and for the first time in weeks, we sent him to bed without his copilot, baby Tylenol cold tonight. Though he still have his wingman, Humidifier, aka "Fier? Fier?"