What is that?

Every time grandbaby comes to visit, Squeaks seems very confused.

She just can't figure out what that little thing is that makes squeaky noises like her and smells like milk and pee.

The Purge

Not much knitting going on around here.  We are deep in the throws of moving.  We signed a contract with a realtor to list our house at the end of November.  I have to have this place sparkling clean by November 21 to be photographed for the listing.  Even with interest rates climbing, our realtor thinks we'll sell quickly because we are in a very desirable area.  This house is within walking distance of the schools, kindergarten through high school.  Also, our lot is a bit bigger than most in the neighborhood, we're on a cul-de-sac, have a 3-car garage, big deck, sunroom, and semi-finished basement.  This house is perfect for a family moving up from a starter home.

We had our pre-drywall walkthrough with the builder on September 30.  Everything is looking good.  Our mortgage lender called earlier this week to discuss locking in a rate.  Even though we plan to pay off the new house with what we make from this house, we can't guarantee we'll have the money at the closing.  Therefore, we are taking a bridge loan to get us through.  Our lender is still trying to get us the best rate just in case we need to pay for a couple months.

Our main focus right now is clearing out stuff from the house.  We found a charity that takes old, CRT televisions so the one from the basement went there on Wednesday.

I pulled these gourds out of the flower bed Tuesday night. An animal must have deposited the seeds.  The girls want them for their fall decorations.

Ed took a carload of books to a reseller.  Lots of knowledge being passed along there.  I can honestly say I read at least half of those books.  Maybe more.

In other news, my sweet grandson is still the cutest thing ever.  I got to babysit him last Friday while Trisha went to a hair appointment.  He is wearing an outfit that his momma and aunt and uncle wore when they were babies.  Trisha loved Pooh as a toddler so I kept this outfit.  Glad I did.  He looks adorable in it.

Squeaks is beginning to pick up on the differences around the house.  Things are disappearing.  Furniture is moved.  Ladders are being hauled around.  Big boxes are popping up in rooms.  And occasionally a little human comes.  The last is the most confusing for her.  She can't understand why everyone makes a fuss over him and wants to hold something that smells like milk and pee.