Denali ... what a spoiled brat, I tell ya.
My husband and I politely asked him if he would mind sharing a room with a baby (due in July). You know what he said? No. No, no, no. He said he'd want to chew the crib and knock over the Diaper Genie and "play" with the baby's toys (and by "play" he means destroy). After all, we already test his limits by making him share his space with a desk and a TV.
So it is with great excitement (and anxiety) that we are beginning to hunt for new digs, a place we can call our own – complete with a mortgage and property taxes.
Oh, and a place with a fenced yard.
When our Realtor asked what we were looking for in a home, I didn't ramble off things like an updated kitchen or two full baths or a family room. Nope. I wanted a fenced yard and a basement. A fenced yard for Denali to play in, and a basement so that Denali has a good hangout space when we're away from home. The other stuff? I was going to hope for the best.
Crazy, right? I am fairly certain the Realtor thought as much. However, people always want this and that for a child, and Denali has been our "child" for the past 1.5 years. So there.