Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Kitchen Remodel of 2010

Dear Girls,
Do you have any idea how much your Daddy loves you?  I mean... really?  Do you have any clue the hell he's been going through, and will continue to go through until the remodel on the kitchen/living room is complete?

Let me just say that the last time your Daddy and I got a bee in our bonnets to paint the living room and kitchen, we vowed that we would NEVER do it again.  And that for the rest of our lives, the red living room would remain.  Because, ain't no WAY we were ever doing that again, and even if we got tired of the red (which we did within a few months) well.... TOUGH. TURKEY. 

Flash forward four years, a leaky dishwasher, a flooded kitchen and an insurance claim that is paying for a new floor and a new countertop, and we decided that hey, even though it's going to be a huge pain in the ass and we probably will hate ourselves during the process, let's just go ahead and repaint while we can... you know, before the floor goes in. 

To be fair, the dishwasher leak has turned out to be a happy accident.  Because since Daddy took down the wall in the hallway and removed the fireplace last February, we've been dealing with a couple of holes in the floor and a jacked up ceiling that we knew we needed to fix, but just never had that push to do it, you know?  Well, the push and the dough.  I would imagine that the job is costing insurance close to $8,000, and is costing us about $2,500.  Unless we decide to pull the trigger on a new fridge and stove so that it will match the new dishwasher and microwave.  IT. NEVER. ENDS.  girls.  EVER.  I guess you could call this a forced kitchen remodel.  And one that we were a few years overdue for. 

Anyway, deciding to repaint meant that Hazel and I moved into a condo in Ogden Canyon, and your Daddy spent entire days painting the living room, kitchen and hallways.  All because he loves you and wants you to have the palace you two deserve.  I feel terrible that I can't help him right now, but I can't be exposed to the paint fumes.  So, I get to placate a 13-month-old who CANNOT. BE. CONTAINED.  And who is also teething.  AGAIN.  Seriously... not sure at this point who's got it tougher... you Daddy or me. 

I kid, of course.  Your Daddy is once again proving to me his Supermanliness.  His Ironmanliness.  His best husband and father in the worldliness.  And I'll never be able to express appropriately the level of admiration and love that I carry for this man.  You two are very lucky that you were born under his star.  And I'm lucky that he chose me. 


PS:  Pictures to come... if I can find any that don't include him covered in paint and dust, rolling the walls in his boxers. 

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Bump Watch - Weeks 26-28

Dear Squirt,
Yea, yea... I know.  Same old story, different day.  Late.  AGAIN.

In my defense... I can't help it!  You're such an easy pregnancy these days!  Sometimes, I even forget to take my acid reflux medication for a couple of days.  And then, of course, I'll eat something spicy and wake up at 1 a.m. and dash to the kitchen for some relief!  I also get to sleep through the night without having to get up half a dozen times to pee.  If I remember correctly, your older sister never allowed me this kind of quality sleep at 6 months prego.  Honestly, if it weren't for my ever expanding belly and the fact that I haven't been able to wear my wedding ring for three months already, I might not realize I was prego.

You are kicking up a storm these days and the other day as I was sitting in the tub, I just sat there and watched my belly jump up and down and move side-to-side.  It was amazing and kinda made me a little sad, just because I'm pretty sure this is my last pregnancy.  Nothing against you, but I'm kinda over the elephant underwear I have to don on every day.

The other night, you had your elbow or something dug into my side and it was so painful that I wanted to cry.  Your Daddy woke up and thought for sure that I was going into labor.  And I knew that all I needed to do was turn over on to my left side and it would be okay, but turning over isn't as easy as it used to be, so I had to have him pull me over.  As soon as I was repositioned, I was fine and went back to sleep.  While your Daddy checked the sheets for amniotic fluid (I found out the next morning) and then laid awake the rest of the night worrying about everything we still haven't done in preparation for you!  Like getting a new door for your room, getting an area rug and a rocking chair, decorating your walls, buying a dresser/changing table, going through all of our bags of clothes to find newborn stuff, find the bottles... and you know, just getting ready for you in general.  Physically, mentally, emotionally.  And that's not even counting trying to explain to Hazel that she's only going to be the center of our attention for a few more months.  That's probably not going to go over so well!!

It snowed here last week... before I was able to put out the Christmas decorations.  I'm hoping that I can get them out this weekend sometime, but it looks like there won't be lights on the house this year, since I don't dare get up on the roof with you, and your Daddy... well, let's just say that he may be the toughest and strongest man in the world, but he's only tough and strong with his feet firmly planted on the ground.  No heights for him. 

You're still super low in my tummy.  Which is nice because I'm not having the breathing (snoring) problems like I did with Hazel, but it turns out that the lower you are, the harder it is for my shirts and pants to fit.  And sometimes, there's a bit of a gap between the two.  And then you Daddy tells me I'm not allowed to wear a particular outfit to work... I assume it's because I look like I have a beer belly?... and I have to remind him that I'm behind a desk 90% of the time, and the other 10% I can just pull my pants up and deal with it.

I know that I haven't posted much about the progression of our pregnancy this time around, Squirt.  This has nothing to do with our level of excitement of your joining our family.  It has to do with Mommy being super lazy.  And tired.  Even though I get a TON of sleep every night (going to bed at 8:30 is HEAVEN), people keep telling me I look tired.  I guess it's from cooking a baby and trying to keep up with a toddler that just wants to GO. ALL. THE. TIME.

Anyway, please know that we are so thrilled by your pending arrival and can't wait to meet you.  We love you sooooo much already and are excited for you to join and complete our little family.

26 Weeks... before the snow fell!