Homearama

We went to Homearama tonight. But before I get to that, I'd like to give you a little update on the nap situation. It may not surprise you to learn that it did not happen. Then we got in the car. Things started out with some cuteness between the Bitty Birdie and the Baby Guy -

And then...halfway to where we were going...I looked back and -



Nice.

Anyway, back to Homearama. It's a home showcase put on each year by the Louisville Homebuilder's Association, featuring opulent excessive elaborate homes that look like they might belong in Hollywood. Or somewhere. Certainly not Farmville, KY.


But that's where we were, so I slung the Baby Guy in the Snugli, we snapped a leash backpack onto the Birdie, and took off for our mansion tour.



These million-dollar homes, to a tee, all boast unnecessary extravagant features like multiple balconies, large pools, theatre rooms that look and feel like miniature movie theatres, massive kitchens, children's rooms with attached playrooms...pretty much anything you can think of.


Plus a few, um, amenities you might not have come up with on your own. Like this one, which starts out looking like an innocent, if odd-looking, guest-bathroom toilet. Notice I said guest bathroom.

We examined this toilet a little more closely than the others because our daughter got to it ahead of us and had it open before we could stop her. We all overreacted and shouted at her to drop the lid, which apparently took offense and showed it by opening back up. On its own.

We decided this was a good time to run away.

Before we escaped, however, my mother-in-law and I noticed the following little gem on the wall beside it.

Ah. A toilet with a little surprise at the end for the unwary guest. Fully equipped with front and rear cleansing, a dryer, and your choice of an oscillating or pulsating water stream.

Um. No thanks.

That was certainly the most entertaining feature of the evening, but there were many others that were quite attractive or interesting. For one, the item my daughter called the "silly piano."

Why is it silly? you may ask. Why, because it plays itself, of course. Silly piano.

There were murals in some of the homes. I love the following one, but found it a little ironic. For obvious reasons.

And finally, my daughter's favorite thing - the swing set outside of the last house. I'm not sure whether we were supposed to let her on it, but we did. No one came running and shouting at us, so I guess it was okay.

She wasn't happy when we told her it was time to go, though. Can you see the pout? At least you couldn't hear the scream of two-and-a-half-year-old fury that went with it.

All in all, much fun was had by all, and we enjoyed dinner at Panera afterwards.

These homes are huge, excessive, opulent, way too much...and I'd take one in a heartbeat if I could. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't. They're extravagant, but some of those extravagancies are really cool. The theater room? Sweet. All those alcoves in the kids' rooms? Hello, what kid wouldn't love that? And reading nooks and fireplaces and, of course, humongous kitchens...yeah, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't love to live someplace like that.

But I'm content with what I have, our little home with the awesome deck my husband just remodeled.

At least for now. ;)