Good Mornings

There's nothing better than waking up to this happy 3 month old in the morning:

We spent both Saturday and Sunday house hunting.  In the car(seats), out of the car(seats), up the steps, no touching, back to the car again and again.  We've seen some good, some bad and one that may well have been a swinger's lair at some point.  I think Matthew really enjoys looking at houses, running up and down the stairs, tap dancing on the hardwoods and evaluating the closets (they've all been "nice" - said with a Borat-ish accent).  When we get back in the car he always asks "one more?"  I'm glad he's enjoying it because I find it overwhelming and exhausting.  We're at least narrowing in on what we want but haven't found anything worth putting ink on the paper. However, the college guys 2 floors above having REALLY loud, REALLY dumb political discussions inbetween their bursts of music that shakes our wallhangings make homeownership seem nicer and nicer each day.