Today's a Day

With only five days left (but who is counting?) until we leave on our vacation, I am trying to get things somewhat in order around the house. It seems my new schedule is not working with me however. I had promised to do a desk for a friend to give as a birthday gift and here we are, tomorrow the birthday party, and I am realizing that I forgot to paint the inside of the desk. So before church this morning, I am on the front porch painting (well ventilated--outside--and with my little mask of course!). This is the schedule of my life these days, doing insane little chores in about fifteen minutes of spare time so that I can get to bed at 8pm. What is that????

I finally got in touch with your brother yesterday. I have been quite worried about him the past few weeks since I couldn't get in touch with him at all. When he called to tell me he had moved, I let his son know and since then, they have been inseperable. Good things continue to surprise me these days.

Wish you were here to see it--you would love it as well, More,

Best Dad Ever

So the best dad ever probably had the strangest Father's Day ever this year--he's never been a father without you here. Neall's inlaws were kind enough to invite us over to spend the day with their family so it was nice. We had a good time and then got back to Neall and Becca's in plenty of time for Daddy to give gardening advice to them. Their yard is huge and their garden has taken off wonderfully. The idea of Neall growing eggplant--much less eating eggplant--is quite comical. I brought some flowers from my flower beds out to you yesterday, in a little Razorback plastic cup, no less, so that you would know we all thought of you and wished you were with us. When I got home, the Father's Day card I had sent Daddy was on the kitchen table so I had to remind him that these always were to be stood up on the piano, which made him smile, ah, yes... they do...

Week 6

This baby is a brain snatcher. That’s all I can make it out to be at this point. First, I shredded Daddy’s debit card. I had all kinds of bills on my desk and I got up to shred them after I paid them and I wondered why in the world that shredder was going so slow and being so loud—ah… because it has plastic in it, that’s why. Last week at the Kroger, I got a meat and veggie plate to have for lunch after I finished my grocery shopping. I asked the guy for extra gravy on my potatoes since I was pregnant and he happily agreed. So, I do think this is going to have its perks. However, the day after I was at Kroger, I found a bag of groceries that I had missed in the back of my Jeep—three frozen pizzas, a 32 oz bag of shredded cheese and two boxes of Hot Pockets.

So far, so good. I am over the exhausted phase, I hope. For two weeks I was so tired that I went home at lunch and took a nap. I am not so tired now, but still a little sleepy. That could have to do with the bi-hourly eatings I am doing. As long as I am eating, I don’t get as sick, so I just continue to shove food in my mouth. I have never in my entire life been so very happy to be tired and pukey with sore boobs though. My neighbor stopped me the other day to ask me what was going on because I looked so happy. Another one who knows we are pregnant came over to tell me I was in fact glowing. I just go and sit in what will be the nursery and stare. I honestly just can’t believe it. What is going to be the baby’s closet had a few things in it, so I cleaned it out this weekend and moved it all into the closet in my office. At the top of the closet was a bag of little boy clothes, three Razorback outfits included, that I can’t remember where it came from. I think you must have bought them at a yard sale and I just stuffed them up there. I can only imagine how excited you would be right now with all this going on around you. But you are here and in every piece of that room and our whole lives. All the little clothes of mine when I was a little girl are still in the bags you brought them over in, ready to be put to good use, for photos of course. I can hear you now saying to just take the picture and get her out of it—don’t let her run around playing in those outfits and ruin them. I won’t. Every one of them is one I remember seeing a photo of me wearing. Your YaYa wooden letter sign is proudly ready in the nursery for him to look up to while he is trying to get some sleep. Who would have thought that one little 2mm baby would have made me feel like everything is right in the world for the first time in six months?

Long time, no blog...

I am not saying to whom these belong, but I will say that somewhere, Two Tara’s have both added Johnny Jump Up’s to their Christmas Wish Lists.

Bath-Time

It was way past time for the outside puppies bi-annual bath but I am not sure we are getting the desired effect here as each of them ran straight to the dirt area by their toy box and rolled eagerly. Both then headed straight to their pool and got it filthy.

Anna before... Luke before...
Luke after...

Anna after...