Busy, busy...

Well we got to see the house I've been stalking online for months. And...we were underwhelmed. It needed a ton more work than I was expecting. And I'm certain the sellers won't sell it for the bottom line price we'd pay even knowing we'd have to put a bunch of work into it. So, we're still on the hunt for the perfect house. Not that we've even gotten close to getting an offer on our own. There are still a few others we want to look at, and we have time, so we're not getting into any hurry. I almost feel like even looking at houses is the KOD (Kiss of Death) for selling our own home, but I try to convince myself that planning in advance for something as big as selling/buying a house is never a bad idea.  However, I seriously may go buy and subsequently bury a St. Joseph's figurine this week. 
Anyway, even though we only had one house we were looking at this weekend, it was very busy nonetheless. On Saturday, we ate lunch at California Pizza Kitchen in Perkins Rowe. Over-rated. Afterwards, we threw pennies into the fountain and made wishes:

We looked at the house and then decided to go play golf. Well, Scotty played. DS and I were along for the ride, although he did assist on some key holes and had a brief lesson on proper putting techniques:

(Not bragging, but this is a great pic with all the colors and such...)

Following golf, we headed home for more outside time and grilled hamburgers. Yum. Sunday was more of the same. This time, it was Olive Garden for lunch. DS loved the breadsticks and kept saying, "Muh...muh" (more...more). Scotty kept thinking he was asking for milk (mi -- minus the lk), but I assured him that David Scott knew the difference between "more" and "milk" a fact that was proven throughout the weekend.

And yes, that is salad and spaghetti he's eating too.

Afterwards, more golf/practicing for Scotty while sweet baby boy and I rode around to see if any prospective houses were holding open houses for the afternoon. None that we liked were, so back home we came. But not before we did a quick drive-by at another house. Scotty backed into an electrical box or something on our way out the driveway. Glad we have insurance. After the silent ride home, more playing and swinging outside ("Out!" -- as he stands by the door, demanding to go).

David Scott has had no problem adapting to the time change, but it had me so zapped yesterday and today. I guess we'll spend the week getting adjusted to it just in time for another busy weekend.