I just realized that I never gave an update on that house we were hoping to buy. The inspection revealed termites. Bummer. I really quite liked that house. I also really quite liked the price. But I guess you get what you pay for, right?

Today we're going to look at more houses. I don't necessarily love looking at houses. I really just wish the perfect house would fall out of the sky and land in my lap. Er, figuratively speaking, of course. Wouldn't that be awkward? And also, dead. We have approximately eleventy billion houses on our list to go and see, and I have to think that one of these absolutely has to be the one. Pretty please? I just want to buy a house and move already. We're so cramped. I need Ben to have his own room, so we can work on him sleeping by himself.

Blech. Ben and sleep. Like oil and water. Well, unless I'm laying next to him. Then he'll sleep for as long as his fidgety little body will let him. But we have to stop co-sleeping. We must. It's not that I don't enjoy the closeness to him because I really really do. It's his fidgety little body. The night before last, Chris and I awoke to him yelling, lying across the bed grabbing Chris' back and kicking my stomach in his sleep. Chris slept on the pullout bed from the couch last night because he seriously needs some sleep, the poor guy.

Ben also needs to be able to sleep by himself because he really needs naps. I don't need as much sleep as he does, and he doesn't want to sleep without me. He wakes up scared and cries and needs me to help him back to sleep. Then when he actually wakes up, he's clingy and he's afraid I'm going to leave him. And then he doesn't want to play by himself. I've tried to get him almost to sleep and then lay him down a la the No-Cry Sleep Solution, but his eyes pop open and he wants to play. So, I'll be trying it again, but I want to try it when he has his own room. It will make it much easier for me.