A kitchen of our own

We are really buying a house. I can't believe it. We walked through it yesterday and were a little disappointed on the lack of progress its made, but it's our home nonetheless.

Wanna see the kitchen?

Maybe someday I'll learn to cook. That will most likely happen, but I am certain I'll never learn to love cooking. 

And yes, Josh completely smacks his head on the ceiling fan. Heck, I almost do and I'm only 5'7. There's no way that a 6'5 man person can walk under it. Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Wanna see a ceiling that Josh can't smack his head on? 

I am in love. It's a home. It's our home. 

One with ample amount of natural light, beautiful views (I would show you, but I don't want you to know exactly where we live. If you're curious...come on over!) and a cozy little yard that's ours (except for right now it's a cozy little pile of rocks and dirt).

I get giddy when I think about it. 

I am so excited. 

And because I know you people want to see pictures of the girls, here you go.

They stayed like this for a surprisingly long time. I'd say it was at least a minute and a half before Lillian got  upset.