so, it's official

pretty much. Our bid's been accepted, with the conditions we put on about things found in the inspection needing to be fixed (nothing big, since it is a new house), there's no ecoli in the water, and we close August 15th. Go have a gander, I made a movie. It's broken into 2 parts, and ends rather abruptly because I was trying to make it small enough for my parents to see on their cottage dial-up account.
downstairs and upstairs. Enjoy my sweet narration at the beginning. Apologies for the format, I don't know if everyone will be able to see it, but the only program I had to change the ginormous .avi file into anything more manageable was Windows Movie Maker, which of course saves in its own file format.

In other news, I'm up and posting at 7am because, as some of you may be aware, babies don't understand about weekends and sleeping in. He's up, happy as ever, gnawing on the edges of his excersaucer, which he's actually not quite big enough for. I think he's not teething, because he's been gnawing on stuff for a couple of weeks now, but he really does put everything he comes in contact with into his mouth. And tries to gum it to death. We also had him in the jolly jumper yesterday, which he enjoys, even though he's also not technically big enough for that either. Well, he's *big* enough for both of them, he weighs about 17lbs, but he can't sit up on his own, so he's not supposed to be in them. Whatev, he likes it, and I'm not going to leave him in either while I go get a spa treatment or anything. We're going to have to buy him a new carseat too, because he's almost too big for his infant carrier jobbie. I'm pretty sure they're supposed to last more than 4 months, but maybe not. He doesn't really seem big enough for the stroller without the carseat in it, but I guess he must be.

That's about all my news. I can hear my dear boy putting a great deal of effort into soiling himself, so I suppose I had better go take care of that.

all grown up

sort of. we may have just bought a house. That's pretty scary. I'm not going to post any pictures or anything yet, because I want to wait until we get all the inspections and everything done before I get too excited. It's outside the city, really pretty location, with a yard and stuff. Not huge, but we're a pretty small family, so it's perfect. Really nice, cedar shingles, all pine interior, loads of windows and glass doors and well insulated so that we won't cook all summer. I'm excited.

man...within a year, get pregnant, get engaged, have a baby, buy a house. If we actually end up getting married, we'll have done like, every major stressful life event inside of about 15 months. That's just silly.

as promised

the missing cat poster.

hmm

edit: sorry the blog was all buggered, blogger is being difficult today...


Apparently that last post about the 26 things project was for June, and there's a new list out for July. If you, like me, didn't take a single picture for the June list, you can pretend you didn't know about it, and just start fresh with this new list.

discarded
sunday
sleep
round
light up
important
profile
unkept
impressive
layers
eat
celebrate
clear
baby (gee, I wonder what that picture will be of...maybe I'll surprise you!)
six
stamp
faux
photographer
publication
storage
floppy
parking sign
entertainment
mixed bag
aged
down the street

Have fun!

I did get a picture of that lost kitty sign, I'll upload it later when the babe is napping.

two days in a row, wow

I just had to though. I was out and about today, getting a gift bag and tissue paper for my dear fiancé's birthday present, renting a movie, buying things at Superstore. On my way home from the movie store, I saw the sweetest and yet heartbreaking thing. There was a missing cat poster on the lamp post, but rather than your standard photo and phone number, this was a work of art. By, I'm guessing, 4 year olds. It had a hand-drawn picture of possibly the ugliest cat ever, described as grey, coloured in solid black with a white face. His name is Radar. The kids had written all over it things like "we love Rabar" and "I (heart) Ray" and their phone number with backwards 4s in it. The grown-up in the house had written in small but very clear letters in the top right corner 'if you have any infomation please call 455-xxxx'. I wanted to take a picture of it, but all I had on my was my cell phone which can take pictures, but not great ones, and then the light changed for me to cross the street. I'm very seriously considering going back to take a picture with my camera. I really hope they find their cat, it's so sad to lose a pet, you just never know what happened or where they went for sure. We lost a cat when I was 11, but we (a friend of my sister's actually, while babysitting) found him a few months later living with another family. Weird eh? What are the odds? We lost a couple of other cats too though, and didn't have such luck.

baby you can drive my car

seriously, you can. I think I'm going to sell it and lease something a *little* bigger with a/c. I like my car, and it still has warantee and everything on it, but I think with the amount of stuff we need to lug with us now, it's not going to work very well. I have discovered that I can fit my stroller in the trunk, but it has to go in just so, and the handle still meets prematurely with the trunk when it closes, but it will close. Also, then I can't fit anything else in, like a playpen or, say, luggage. Good times. I don't know why, it's a good size trunk and a normal stroller. Clearly not a family car!

As I've been thinking of selling though, I've been thinking more about the car itself, and when I was driving back from Moncton the other day, I decided that a person could tell a great deal about me by going for a drive with me in my car.

For example:

-I couldn't afford a really sweet car when I bought this one, but it's decent.
-My favourite colour is blue, so that's what colour my car is. I think the colour of your car is very important, you shouldn't just get whatever colour they have in the lot.
-I like to drive about 15 over the speed limit. I've basically convinced myself that the limit is actually 120, not 110, so I don't feel like I'm speeding much.
-I generally eat something unhealthy while driving, as evidenced by the chip bags in the little holder thing on the driver's side door
-I like doo-dads, but not too many. I have a flower that I won at the FREX a couple of years ago wrapped around the rearview mirror, and 2 bobbleheads in the back.
-I become emotionally attached to my belongings. One of the aforementioned bobbleheads, a dog named Bob, is broken and no longer bobs, but just sits by the rear windshield with his friend Lester, the bobbing lobster, who does indeed bob. They're both sort of old and faded, and Bob is a good 3-4 years old, but I just can't bear to part with him.
-I enjoy a variety of music. My sunvisor cd holder has cds by Coldplay, Fiona Apple, Maroon 5, Sheryl Crow, Robbie Williams, John Mayer, Tragically Hip, Sam Roberts, the Garden State soundtrack, and several homemade mixed cds with everything from Donovan to the B-52s to John Lennon.
-I still buy cds, I haven't downloaded more than a couple of songs in the past year.
-I have a baby. I care about said baby, so I have a carseat base, window shades, and one of those mirrors on the rear windshield so I can see him while I'm driving.

that's all I can think of for now, but that's a lot to tell about a person just from their car, isn't it?