Dinner Guest Be warned...

Confession Part One:

Since buying our house in December I have had to re-learn the art of hand washing ALL my dishes and I actually haven't hated it as much as I thought I would except for one thing...washing those blasted drinking glasses.  Some days, I may or may not, just swirl a little water around in the glass and call it good...today is one of those days :)

You probably just want to BYOG (bring your own glass) if ever invited to dine over...

What to do???

What do you do when your husband says "NO" to the perfect baby girl name????  Any suggestions on how to sway/convince him?  I have 2 months to accomplish the impossible!

2 years later

I can't believe how quickly the 2 years have passed.  Chase has brought such joy to our family and we count our blessings everyday that he's our son!!  Happy Birthday (yesterday) to my boy boy.  Here's some of the things we did to celebrate...
                                                             Had some friends come to visit

                                                                
                                                                     Devoured a monkey

                                                                 Ate too much sugar

                                                                  Played in muddy water

                                                                Outside fun in the rain

                                                             Went to the science museum

             And finally...opened up presents!!  I bought him a train table that I was going to bring out to him but he got so excited/distracted about the first few gifts we never ended up giving it to him.  We'll have part II of opening up presents tonight.

Amazin Man

That's who I married.  Seriously, how does one perfect so many skills in only 31 years of life!!??


Remember that old window in the red room without any molding or finished touches... THIS one...

Now it looks like this!!!! I can't stop going into the room to sneak another peak. It's beautiful.

Gotta love a handy man!

Demolition Begins

We bought a house.  A fixer upper in every sense of the word and we have the joy of living in a construction zone for the next few months.  Actually, Phil and I are having fun with the whole remodel project.  We started in Chase's room...because a happy kid makes for a happy home :)

Before...ALL walls were red...YIKES!!!

During...clearly we're not trying to be careful with the carpet.  Phil scraped off the popcorn ceiling, retextured all the walls, ripped off the baseboards and moldings, and fixed the hole I put into the wall as I was trying to take down some shelving.  Next on the agenda...carpet, paint, new baseboards, and new windows.  LOVE it and love Phil for working so hard and being so good at EVERYTHING!

After...TBD

What a pregnant girl does without exercise...

GETS FAT.  I'm resigning myself to my fate.  My doc strongly suggested no exercise for another 6 weeks!!!!  That'll be a full 12 weeks without running during my first two trimesters.  And I just bought new running shoes :(

On the plus side...no heavy lifting for 6 or more weeks which means I'm the self-designated manager of our move next week (ONE WEEK AWAY). Who doesn't like giving out orders :)

AND...I get to spend more time with this absolutely ADORABLE guy.

The glories of pale skin

My mother has instilled in me a constant fear of skin cancer which has made me a HUGE fan of dermatologists...even though they get to do a FULL body exam.  yikes.


So, a few months back I was determined to get Phil to go to the dermatologist because with all my experience I thought I knew a few things about "suspicious moles".  Well...all my suspicions of Phil's moles turned out to be less than accurate but in the process of scheduling Phil, I decided to go with him for moral support.  I guess my nervousness should have been directed to my own skin...I left the office with two lovely potholes.

Getting to the point...I GOT STITCHES today.  Apparently my dermatologist thought my potholes weren't large enough so they called me back in to slice and dice once again.

I think Phil will be in charge of the dermatologist appointments from now on.  I'm less than thrilled with my wounds namely because I can't hold my boy boy for 6 full weeks.

Phil was the one who was supposed to get sliced.