We have a house!

Yesterday Squísh, Robs and I were shopping our options for flooring when the phone rang.

It was our realtor Michelle, who always brings good news. 

"The key," she said, "is under the rock next to two stepping stones."

"You can pick it up at 5:30... and the place is yours!"

Only she's from Boston, 

so how she sounded was more exciting than how it reads.

She threw a couple "Congratulations!" in there too.

(We really like our realtor.)

I had two and a half hours to go.

I shopped hardwood versus laminate 

and porcelain versus ceramic.

Squísh and Robs climbed on giant rolls of carpet

while I took pictures

and scheduled the measurements for today.

At 'T minus two hours' we drove home.

Lucky for us, some cousins showed up and one eye blink later 

we were touring our new house.

"We" as in wenty two of us total: nine adults and thirteen children.

It was pretty fantastic. 

We agreed the hardwood in the kitchen looked better without the seller's furniture,

and the countertops- although green- will work until our budget says otherwise.

We decided the light over the kitchen sink was begging to be replaced with a chandelier,

but the fan over the dining area had to go either PRONTO, quickly, or ASAP. 

It was so HGTV.

An hour and a half later reality came calling.

 Enriqueboy left the gaggle of cousins to remind me 

that at some point in his life he would need to eat- and that he'd rather it be sooner.

Five minutes later he was done, and thirty seconds after that, 

an angel an aunt offered him some applesauce-to-go in a nifty little purse sized packet. 

No spoons!  No mess!  No wait!

I'm going to invest.

And now...

my mind is spinning. 

...but it's a good spinning. 

A healthy, grateful, and excited spinning mixed with hard manual labor. 

It's a nice combo. 

I'll provide some before and afters to prove it.