Operation Sell Home Goes Hollywood (maybe)

Some of you might remember when we applied to be on "Designed to Sell" on the HGTV network. That didn't work out because our house was too "done" when they came to scout our house, but they liked us and thought we'd be a great family to be on the show. A couple months later a woman from "Get It Sold," also a HGTV show, called me to find out if we'd be interested in being on their show. This was shortly after I returned home from Georgia and at that point we weren't sure what we wanted to do: sell, stay, give up all our possessions to the poor and become gypsies? I was supposed to send new pics of the house, but just never got around to it. I figured it was a lost cause...until yesterday. I got an email from another producer at "Get It Sold" who asked if we were still interested. Of course we are. It's a no brainer: get to be on television and a better chance at selling our house. I sent her a link to our listing (so I didn't have to take all new pictures) and profusely apologized for my pregnancy brain, and she said she'd see us on Thursday for an on camera interview to see if we (and the house) make the cut. Isn't that cool?

As per usual I have to play devil's advocate with myself for a moment. If our house was too done for "Designed to Sell" and we've done major improvements since then, how will it not be too done for "Get It Sold?" I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I know one thing though: I won't make sure the house is immaculate when she comes, and I might even rearrange a few things to make it look more junky. Do you think Neil would mind bringing a load back from the storage unit? Yeah, that might be asking a bit much. Maybe I should try and tone down the manipulation...any ideas? Oh and since she's coming at 12 on Thursday, I guess that means I either can't go to Pilate's or I need to cut my class short. Oh wait, tomorrow is Thursday. Wow, that is sooner than I thought.

Daily Cute Child Story: Did I tell you guys that Blake turned a year? I guess I did since I told you we got Owen a new seat for Blake's birthday. Good, now that's out of the way, I have a cute story for you. Yesterday I walked into the playroom to find Blake drinking out of Ashleigh's cup. I know, what's cute about that? He's a kid. All kids drink from each other's cups (and eat of the floor for that matter). I know, that's not the cute part. The cute part was that he was standing on his own holding the cup with both hands for all of 10 seconds. It's not the first time he's stood on his own, but it is the longest. When he was done, he simply placed the cup back on the table, plopped down on the floor, and crawled over to me. I don't even think he realized what he was doing. I'm hoping he'll walk in the next week or so; never been a fan of the crawling faze.