Anybody Wanna Buy My House?

So Dave and I spent all weekend scrubbing walls (there was a line of handprints about waist-high. Children, it seems, cannot keep their balance and have to touch the wall at all times or they will fall over.) I will not clean it ever again because oh my God I'm tired of cleaning, but it is now spic and span and clean and sparkly and wonderful and I don't want to leave it but we gotta.

See the pretty:

Whole block of brownstones. Very friendly neighborhood.

Large living room with room for ginormous couch, another couch, and a piano.

And room for a cat as well.

And look! Even another couch back there!

Lots of cabinet space.

The blue bathroom used to be pink. I like it much better blue.

The kids' room, cleaner than it ever is.

The master bedroom keeps going around behind the camera there.

The bathroom is boring, I confess.

But the backyard is beautiful.

I love my house. I will miss my house terribly, but we simply won't fit much longer. May it go to someone who loves it as much as we do.