House hunting part 2

So...you have heard from me lately, complaining about house hunting and all the joys that go with it. I have to confess this blog is a sort of a journal for me too so I have to continue with all our house hunting experiences...lucky you gets to read about them. Monday night we decided to meet with a realtor to show us a house that is literally up the street from us. We chose to let the kids come and thought how bad could it be. Troy drove the four wheeler over with three kids hanging off of it and Lucy and I hoofed it over. (That word hoofed describes how I feel when I am carring Lucy in the baby bjorn). We met the nicest man showing us the house and we hoped the kids would stay in the backyard and play. Wow was I wrong. Something about bringing out the four wheeler in the neighborhood. It's like we have a music box on top playing ice cream songs for all to come and join. The parade started and the kids followed us up the street and the caos began. It made me smile but also made me cringe. All was well the kids stayed out mostly including Lauren. (I should include that she is mostly potty trained...but that depends on the day). We were with the realtor down in the basement looking at it and we hear a scream. Lauren is famous for random screams so we didn't think too much of it. We came up the stairs to find a naked little girl running through the kitchen. Troy died. He obviously doesn't deal with mortifingly (I am not even sure if that is a real word) embarrassing situations on a daily basis. It seems I find Lauren running around outside naked more than not lately. He quickly scooped her up and took her outside. I opened the back patio door and out on the beautiful deck was a pile of clothes and a big puddle. It was so embarrassing. I stayed with the realtor and Troy took a naked little girl home on the four wheeler with all the neighbors wondering what was going on. If we weren't the strange family on the street before we are for sure now. The fact that my kids run around outside with life jackets on all the time must make them think that we have a few screws loose. (I just bought them last week and the kids think they are the greatest toys/dress ups ever). We are for sure in survival mode since we no longer even try to park the car in the garage. I am amazed at how many bikes and strollers we have.
Anyway, I could go on forever but these are the funny little things that make up our days so I thought I would share them. We will keep you posted on the house hunt. We are getting desperate since we are taking to knocking on neighbors doors asking them if they are considering selling. Oh well, at least we can say life isn't boring.

House hunting

Unfortunately I don't have pictures to share with you of our latest family car trip but I will try to share a bit of our lives in words. Sunday afternoons are pretty much the day that we set out all geared up to go house hunting...for a drive...is what we tell the kids. We pop in a great movie they all agree on and head out. This worked for the first few times but now when the words "for a drive" are uttered there is mass chaos and revolting and we all end up in the car whether we want to or not frustrated and complaining. This Sunday was no exception. We are on a time crunch to find a house and really feeling the pressure. We drive around all the time hoping new things will pop up...alas they haven't. We have taken so many car trips lately that Lauren has formed motion sickness. She has a certain cry and a look that I have now gotten to know quite well when she is ready to... shall I say...SPEW. That look hit us again yesterday and I told Troy to pull over too late. The back seat was a mess. Oh well...we did our best to clean her up and the car with the three diaper wipes left in the diaper bag (why is it you run out of diaper wipes when you really, really need them the most?). We were far enough away from home that I thought we might be able to still look a bit more, even after all that. But then I hear Lucy's thunder roar. She decided to blow out of her outfit. Sadly, all the wipes were gone and I new she would have to sit in it for a while. Well my spirits were dampened right about then and my hopes to see any new homes up for sale had pretty much faded. Then I hear from the back seat in the van a panicked cry. The kind of cry that you hear when your kids know they did something really bad and they are scared. Cole apparently stuck play dough up both of his nostrils and got it stuck. Really stuck. (I promise you play dough is not a standard car item...it somehow made its way into the car without my permission) I sat there staring at Troy is amazement. I then did the only thing I could do. I started laughing uncontrollably. Cole was crying thinking he would never smell again and I was close to tears. Troy was disgusted and Kimball was dry heaving as all the smells were wafting to the back corner of the car.
We ended our fun drive and headed home only to be completely discouraged and sure we may never find a home to live in. House hunting...oh the joys!