The weekend began with Luke pouncing on us in our bed. He’d gotten his hair cut the day before and his big, blue eyes seemed even bigger and bluer now that his sandy hair was off his face. It was warm and we (the parents) had both gone to bed sans vetements. Luke giggled at Michael’s bare butt.
“Why don’t they call a lady’s butt a ba-gina?” Luke asked, giggling more.
“Then we’d have to call a man’s butt a benis,” I said.
“No!” he laughed. “A man’s butt is called a butt.”
We never know who will bound into our bedroom on the weekends – “Grouchy Luke” or “Happy Luke” – so his silliness this morning was adorable and also a great relief. It would be a good day.
We headed up to the north shore (of long island) to do some preliminary house hunting. Although we haven’t yet listed our own home, we decided to peak at some Open Houses in the neighborhoods we like.
Here’s where I fast-forward and say, Don’t bring your kids to an Open House.
Seconds after we’d stepped inside a cedar-shingled Cape across from the elementary school, we were greeted by the realtor. Our kids slipped passed us and began wandering throughout the house. It wasn’t exactly, I mean, it could’ve been more…
It was dirty. Which meant right away that I wasn’t paying attention to the details of the home but instead I was fixated on the kids not touching anything because of cooties.
Luke and Madeleine scrambled up the carpeted stairs on their hands and knees, (I remember climbing stairs that way when I was a kid) and all I could think of was Luke’s dust mite allergy and how later on we’d get to enjoy an allergy attack. Fun!
Madeleine soon found the kids’ bedrooms and was snooping like crazy. Lifting lids to tiny boxes and opening drawers. She opened the door to the closet and a bunch of shoes fell off the hanging shoe caddy.
“Stop it,” I hissed. “We don’t live here.”
The realtor kept trying to chat me up and, of course not wanting to be rude, I smiled and nodded as I ran (literally) through the house after Madeleine, weaving my way through the other prospective home buyers. Luckily she has long hair which was extremely helpful in catching her. Kind of like reigns for a pony. (I think ponies behave better.)
On the way out Madeleine ran ahead and opened some random person’s car door and was about to get inside when Michael scooped her up and clipped her nice n’ snuggly into her carseat. At that point the kids were getting grouchy (and we’d already bribed them with lunch and ice cream) so we didn’t get to see the other houses on our list.
Was the tiny Cape the house for us? Nah. While it was conveniently located across from the school, had a full basement and laundry room (yay!), it wouldn’t give us much more space than we have right now without needing substantial renovations. But it was a good start and I’m looking forward to seeing more homes – without the kids.