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Due to negligence on the part of her mother, my poor, sweet bun-bun has a sunburn on her cheeks and cute wittle nose. I feel very guilty. Yesterday, since it was nice out, we wandered around downtown after dropping Henry off at school. We stopped and chatted with some friends, meandered, enjoyed the warmish breezes blowing through our hair/fluff (depending on which one of us you are). This morning when I came down Dave was holding Holly in his lap and her cheeks and nose were awfully rosy. Oops. Apparently the onset of warm weather does not instantly kick into gear my penchant for slathering my offspring and myself in SPF 5000. Lesson learned. For Spring/Summer 2010 anyway. Right now Holly is resting peacefully upstairs, enjoying a brief respite from both the sunburn (which doesn't seem to have caused even the slightest blip on her radar, whereas as mine is bleeping all over the place), and, because life is totally unfair, teething pain.

This afternoon we're going to look at a house. It's the only house in this town that, from day one, I told Dave would one day be ours, somehow, someway, as God is my witness, etc. etc. The last time it was on the market, five years ago, it was about $50K out of our price range. In the meantime, times have changed, raises have been earned, kids have been had, and I'm pleased to say it is now approximately $150K out of our price range. However, the prospectus for the house has these key words typed out in plain english: "Willing to negotiate". It would probably be better for us if it said "Willing to negotiate. Seriously. Go ahead, make me an offer. Anything. Really." but what the heck. We're feeling wild and crazy.