House Hunting

So, now that baby Wyatt has been born and everything has been going well... we have somewhat turned out sights back towards some house hunting. Emphasis on ‘somewhat.’ We've been searching half-heartedly for a year or so, but nothing seemed to fit our needs or budget. The birth of Wyatt also played a big part in that lukewarm search for a new abode.

Naturally, we were sent a couple of interesting possibilities by our realtor a few days ago that have piqued our interests:

House Number One



House Number Two



House Two - View 2




These homes may look like funky, fixer-uppers, times ten, to many folks. Saying that they need a lot of work is a vast understatement. And yes, the words “bank owned and short sale,” do apply here, if you catch my drift.

However, they’re both located within a small tract of one-hundred homes in Fullerton that were designed by Joseph Eichler. He designed many of the popular mid-century modern homes in Northern and Southern California. Here are a few examples of his fully restored homes to see the end product:









And finally, here's a commercial you may, or may not have seen, featuring some nice Eichler homes in Orange, Ca.



We're praying fervently, and waiting on Him.

These Last Two Weeks

Here’s a brief photo retrospective of our second week as a family of four:





Wyatt's a full pound heavier and much more interactive.




Amelia takes good care of "baby bruva."




Grandma Janet with her two favorite grandchildren. Yes, we just said favorite... for now.




Grandma Janet spending quality time with her favorite granddaughter.




Amelia and Morgan “busha teef.”




Amelia and Aunt CC cookin’ up some scrumptious snacks.




When Amelia sees anyone with a camera, her first question is, “Me do it?”




“Hep you?”

An extra special thanks again, to Grandma Janet for her endless toil around the house, and in the kitchen, while we were adjusting to our newest addition. Our house is cleaner than it’s ever been; our freezer is stocked with good eatin’s for a good while; and now we don’t know what to do with ourselves.




So, with no chores left to do... we answered the popular expression, often uttered on the freeways around here, and just flew a kite.



Two times… just to be sure.

Father / Daughter Day: A Brief Diary

With mommy and baby Wyatt resting up, Daddy is hijacking this blog one more time.

Muwahaha!




Today started out like any other, but soon morphed into the most awesome father / daughter day this forsaken world has ever seen. Hyperbole, you ask? Au contraire, mi amigos. And by that, I mean mixing French and Spanish phrases makes me happy... and poor Grandma Janet sad. Heh heh.



To cut to the chase: Daddy and Amelia left the house this morning, shortly after a nutritious breakfast of dried cereal, milk, and a few sips of mommy’s ‘cawffee.’ With our destination set southward, we revved up the Hemi and left mommy, Grandma Janet and baby Wyatt in our exhaust-fueled dust. Upon reaching Huntington State Beach, we stumbled upon a rare site in these parts… three empty parking stalls adjacent to daddy’s oldest and most cherished surf spot! What fortune!



Our strength being newly restored by this small victory, we gathered our various and sundry beach necessities, and began our long and arduous trek over the vast, and seemingly endless sand fields of Huntington. Our wills would not be stirred by the simmering granules being trod beneath our unclad feet.

Upon reaching the beach, our hearts were warmed as we discovered some finely-groomed southwest swells breaking a safe distance from our proposed frolicking grounds near shore. Amelia immediately tasked herself with unburdening her daddy’s numerous provisions, which had been laid-up in store for such an occasion, and began employing her sand tools with nimble efficiency.



Over the next few hours, we commenced with the scaling of several behemoth shorebreakers, using only our Kobe-esque jumping skills; designed, built and destroyed vast networks of sandcastle cities; rode the skateboard up and down the boardwalk; and tailgated in the back of the Hemi whilst dining uponst tasty “O’Donald’s” dollar menu burgers. What could be better than that, you ask? I simply answer: “Nadda. Zip. Zero. Zilch.”



(That little spec about halfway between the end of the pier and the lifeguard tower is Amelia)



At the end of the day, we were two tuckered and sunburned kiddos. And by “two,” I could have said “too.”



Mercifully, our valiant day battling the unknown wonders of a mysterious sea were met with the angelic visage of sweet baby Wyatt on our safe return home. As they say in France, “there’s no place like mai-son:”