bunny friends!

Geez I have had these photos on my camera for weeeeeks, I just kept forgetting to upload them and share.

A while back, Keith went out to cut the grass and when he started the lawnmower, a flock of bunnies (or actually just two) went hopping. He came back in after a little while and warned me to watch Daisy by the door because there were baby bunnies outside. I immediately jumped up and ran to the door and sure enough, two tiny bunnies. I said I wanted to get my camera but didn’t want to scare them away and he said he’d walked past 2-3 times, they were terrified and weren’t going anywhere.

baby bunny!
baby bunny


So, I went out and snapped a few pictures and sure enough, they didn’t move at all. Look how teeny! He could fit in your hand! (There were two but I apparently only took a picture of one.)

I thought that I couldn’t just leave them there, there are railroad ties and two steps blocking the part of the yard they left from the driveway. They hopped down the steps, but couldn’t hop back up. Eventually down the driveway the railroad ties stop, but it’s close to the road and I didn’t want them to get squished.

So, not knowing much about bunnies…I went in and got our heavy duty work gloves. I figured this would protect them from my scent if that was a thing and protect me from their baby claws or teeth or I don’t know much about bunnies so I didn’t want to take any chances.

So I attempted to scoop the first one up and he evaded capture and I literally chased him in circles in the driveway for 4 minutes. By the time I caught him, he was scared almost to death and his little heart was going so fast. But I deposited him in the yard and he hopped away.

The second bunny I scooped up from the front and he basically hopped into my hands and I deposited him into the yard as well.

A bit later I went back outside and neither bunny was where I left them so I’m imagining they made it back home and all was well in bunny land. So I did a good deed and got a cute photo out of it. That’s a win in my book!



another house that could have been

The house we bought was the fifth house we looked at, this was the fourth house. It was the house I was most excited to look at after seeing pictures online.

The Cranberry house:

right off the bat, it’s adorable.

it was only on .39 acres so the backyard was severely lacking.

though there was this adorable bridge over the creek

This was the one house we looked at that was in a plan. I am not really a fan of plans for a few reasons, but probably the biggest being the fact that my childhood home had these fantastic woods and fields behind and a gorgeous farm across the way…until Maronda (or whoever) bought them up and ruined the place of my childhood adventures. (I realize I am insane.)

This house also had 4 bedrooms, 2 car garage, deck…all those points we were looking for.

a dedicated office off the entry

first floor powder room

formal living room with bay windows

dining room with doors that lead out to the (large) deck

apparently i only have this horrible picture but the kitchen was my FAVORITE part. brand new, gorgeous white cabinets and granite counter tops and it just looked like it was from a magazine. and the family room

family room, LOVED that it was open concept, loved the doors out to the deck

and then there was this room upstairs. i can just imagine falling off that ladder. (i almost did out of fear.)


it was a decently sized room and there was a storage area off the loft, but I just could not imagine lugging anything up that nearly vertical ladder.

the other two bedrooms were boring enough that I only took a picture of one.

I also apparently forgot to take a picture of the upstairs bathroom (boring) or the upstairs laundry room (amazing!!).

the master bedroom was massive with a cathedral ceiling and an enormous closet.

my 2nd favorite part was the master bath. gorgeous!

shedding a tear for the tub that never was. 😦

So we didn’t even make an offer on this house because we were so in love with the other house. This house was also at the top of our price range, but we had found out that the sellers had to pick up and move for a job so the house was vacant and they were very motivated.

Reasons I am not sad about this house:

1. Too expensive.

2. I just felt out of place in it. Everything was SO new and SO nice and I mean, heck yea I deserve new and nice but it just didn’t feel like home.

3. The yard was puny and unusable.

4. Although Keith’s commute would have been extremely short, mine would have been miserable.

5. The houses were super close together and on all sides, pretty much no privacy.

When looking the house back up for this post, it turns out it sold, in May, for asking price. Good for them. I will never forget you, bathtub.

the house that could have been

So I mentioned before that there was a house we fell in love with before buying our house. Recently, I was sorting through my pictures and came across all the pictures I had taken of that house and pictures I had taken of another house, so I thought it would be kind of fun to reminisce. The house that began our house hunt, was this lovely home in Valencia.



On paper, it was almost perfect. Four bedrooms (though one was a captive room), almost an acre of perfectly flat yard, POOL, two car garage, sort of secluded, it was built ~1879 so tons of character. It was on the tippy-top of our price range though but had been on the market for three years, so we figured there was room to negotiate.

We looked at the house three times and each and every time, I loved it more. Here’s a tour.

eat-in kitchen with heated(!) (gorgeous) floors + cat door!

not the best shot, but updated kitchen with stainless steel appliances

amazing woodwork in the living and dining rooms, wood burning fireplace

french doors led out to screened in porch. (they were selling that table + chairs for 3k, yea right!)

first floor full bath

two of the four bedrooms with shared closets between and heated floors

another bedroom with original floors

master bedroom with original floors

master bath with heated marble floor!

upstairs bath that was probably the least attractive room in the house

original banister and adorable custom stained glass

Ahh, looking at these pictures still make me a teeny bit sad. So why didn’t we end up in this house? Well, they rejected our offer. We came in pretty low, at 87% of the asking price. We figured the house had been on the market so long and it seemed to be overpriced that we figured it couldn’t hurt to try. Well, they came back and counter-offered at 5,000 less than asking.

I won’t lie, I cried. We had met with the sellers before we offered to ask some questions about the house (the pool was set up weird, there was a boiler system, the house was over 130 years old). The male-half of the sellers was an environmental engineer and had done all sorts of things to make the house green. We probably talked with them for 2 hours and by the end I figured they had to love us! Oh, probably worth mentioning that they lived next door. Yea. They lived in the old house for 30 years and then built a brand new (totally modern, 100% different) house on the lot next door which actually overlooks the house. Which was sort of weird. (The second picture was taken from their deck.)

But they obviously didn’t need the money, so they could sit on the house until they got their price. And they weren’t getting it from us. Looking back, there are a few reasons why I’m glad we didn’t end up there.

1. The potential weirdness of being neighbors with people who used to live in your house. They seemed like really nice people, but who knows if they would be up there tsk-tsking our lawncare or pool maintenance.

2. We would have been slightly house poor, even with our reduced offer. In theory, we could have afforded it, but it would have been tight.


4. The other side of the house was an empty lot…but who knows how long it would be empty. I did some research and the guy who owned the lot owned several lots around Valencia/Adams Twp, so who knows what his plans were. (The sellers said they had tried to buy it back off of him (it was once theirs) and he wouldn’t budge.) I think it was 1/2 an acre and a house would be uncomfortably close there.

5. There was only one living area. The basement was teeny and unfinished and there would be no point in finishing it. So that meant no man cave, which Keith was really looking forward to.

So after we were rejected, (this was Novemberish of last year) we decided to wait until Spring to start looking again. And so it makes perfect girl logic that I found our current house in February! Ha!

(Side note: I have looked up the house a few times since we lost out on it and I found out it did sell in May, for asking price. So I guess they were smart to refuse us.)