In the process of getting acquainted with the baby we are watching, I have spent a lot of time hovering over her, checking her diaper, and learning to use new-fangled inventions they didn't have when I was a young mother. Even the bottles are different.
She is a very good baby, and starting to smile (REALLY smile, not gas smiles) and trying to coo. Because she is so young, she isn't afraid of strangers, but looks us right in the eye as if she has known us forever. Today I'm trying to learn her routine and I haven't done much but hover; once I get to know her better and settle down and relax, she seems as though she will be an easy baby to have around and will give me plenty of time to do the things around here that need to be done. At this point, even when she is sleeping you'll catch me bending near her face to make sure she's breathing.
Cliff and I discussed this morning whether to try and rent this mobile home out. He was all for it, and I was ready to give it a shot. He wanted me to put in the ad something about how we only wanted two people. That's when I found out you can't say that. You also can't say "older people". So we called Cliff's brother who is very familiar with the renting process, and he confirmed all this, and also mentioned that we HAD to show the house to anybody who called to ask about it, if we placed an ad.
So, at this point "word of mouth" is the only way we would rent it. If we met someone face to face who had a child or two, we might be flexible on our requirements if they seemed like upstanding folks. We might even allow them to have one dog, who knows. But we don't want to be forced to rent to someone with ten kids, because there would go my peace of mind out the window and I'd be back in the same situation I was five years ago.