Our weekend was jam packed with activity and it all started Thursday when we found out someone wanted to see the condo on Friday afternoon. We spent the evening straightening up - nothing major since I think we've been doing a pretty good job of keeping it clean when we leave for work, just in case we get a last minute call. During the showing, we went to dinner at our favorite pizza place and relaxed. Our realtor emailed us Friday night saying they really liked it. Now we just sit and wait and hope they make an offer. I'm so happy that we got some positive feedback. Now, show me the money!
After walking through 6 more homes on Saturday afternoon, Mark and I are made an offer of our own. I'm afraid to talk about it too much because I don't want to jinx anything. But, it's in a super nice, quiet neighborhood and it's plenty big for the three of us (and more) on over 3/4 of an acre in Farmington Hills. Even though it's a foreclosure, it is totally livable while we fix it up *because you know we will* and it's listed at a price that we just can't refuse. Of course, we aren't the only ones that think so because ours is bid number 3 and this home has only been on the market for a few days. Please keep your fingers crossed for us.
We spent the rest of the day visiting with Grammy Goulding and Uncle Nick, plus we had dinner and chatted with Aunt Kristin at night. Sunday was consumed with the usual, plus lots of sketching and a spontaneous trip to IKEA. It's so hard not to think about what we would do to this house! So hard to focus on what I should be doing and not get wrapped up in a house that is not mine (yet, if ever). Designing and quoting a new kitchen is kind of work-related...right?
Things in the world of Morgan are awesome. She gets to see her old pal Boden tonight, so I can't wait to see those two interact while we visit with Dave and Angie. She's starting to point (or whine or grunt) for things that she wants and is signing "no" when she gets close to something she knows she shouldn't touch - like Mark's speakers. She'll crawl over to them, pull up to stand at the speaker, sign "no" and giggle. Either she doesn't understand what no means yet or she thinks it is a game. My guess is the latter because I can't help but laugh at her when she does that. She's such a little stinker and has developed quite a personality.
That's all I have to share for now. Here's to big news on the homefront!