"...that would probably be a little creepy..."

We continued our search for a home last night with our realtor. She brought us back to the bird house for a second look. It's still our favorite.

She also brought us to a couple of houses that we could probably afford, but have decided that we didn't want to push it. Plus I don't feel like I want a bigger house to take care of at this point in my motherhood.

We stopped for dinner at the end of the evening before heading home. We debated the pros and cons of each of the houses we had seen. Most we could quickly write off for one reason or another; too expensive, too old, not our style. The bird house still came out on top.

Sure, we've only been physically searching since Monday, but we've been watching the listings since we lived in Florida. Before Branflake was even born. Not many new houses come onto the market and most that do are priced so cheap or so expensive we know that it's not even worth looking at. The median-range houses that would suit us are not often available.

As much as I like the old houses and the style and details in them, I also know that at the prices they're asking, they would need a lot of updating for them to be acceptable with a new baby. Several years ago I lived in a house that was built in 1921, I'm not going down that road again until I know I can do what it takes to update it. Now is not that time.

When we got home Peanut Butter got online and researched his credit score. There was a bit of an alert, but we seem to have figured it out and are comfortable with moving forward on getting a loan.

I know that I shouldn't set my heart on this house and I'm trying not to, but it's so easy to see us living there. I can see our things and I can visualize the simple changes I would make to the kitchen and dining room (since those rooms would be my territory - PB gets the garage and the third bedroom as his lair). I think we both know that it is not realistic to walk into a house and find it to be just perfect for us without needing any changes whatsoever. Honestly, that would probably be a little creepy if that happened. 

I think we both have this house stuck in our heads. He called me about an hour ago from work and we talked about it again and decided to call the realtor about making an offer so we're meeting with her this evening to begin drawing up a contract.

I've been busy making use of google today looking up neighborhood information, checking the sex offender registry, local crime maps, etc. There is one final area of concern that I'm going to investigate before our meeting and that is one of the small local airport nearby. Although I didn't notice any airplane noise either time we visited the house, I'm going to make one more visit to the neighborhood around the time a plane is expected to land just to make sure.

Thank goodness Branflake has been so good today or else I wouldn't have been able to get so much research done.