Zoo Day

After that last little vent of a post I uploaded my pictures (or downloaded or however you say it) and thought I should share a little bit of the fun we've had this week.

Kimball's preschool goes to the zoo every year and it's always a lot of fun but I think this year was the best so far. (this is our 3rd year with a child at my friend Laura's preschool) Other than being pregnant and very short of breath it was a perfect day.

My parents joined us which meant very little stroller pushing for me and a lot of "experiencing" my kids' joy with them.

Debated bringing the stroller... so glad I did. Luc spent most of the time in it.

Isn't Kimball's new haircut adorable? I love it!

Another benefit of having my parents, I could not handle the smell in the petting zoo... I blamed it on the pregnancy but I'm not sure I could have handled it not pregnant. Imagine putting your nose in a wet diaper and trying to breath. Ugh. But the kids didn't' seem to mind.

Most of the time Kimball didn't even know we were there, she spent the day as teacher's pet... which she is.

I didn't even realize he was scared when I took this picture. I swear he was having fun, I think...

Luc loved "reading the map." He kept saying "where we going next? To the raccoons?" Are there raccoons at the zoo? We didn't see any but he was sure that's where we were headed.

Luc and Nana. I guess that visor isn't really doing it's job.

All in all a great day. And since I bit the bullet and bought a year membership I guess we'll be headed back soon and often. Good Times.

Lovin' Life... on the weekends

Why is it that whenever I've had "a day" I feel like blogging? Why can't I blog about how wonderful my life is? I need a private-just-me-venting blog. That just gets it off my chest without everyone having to read about it. With that being said I'm not going to blog about my day.

My dad fixed our fence. It looks really good. Almost too good. The fixed part almost makes the old part look even older. Once again I didn't take a before and after picture. Just after. And it's on my phone so I'll have to get around to posting that at some point. Anyway, it is beautiful and wonderful and makes me want to do the rest of the fence... er makes me want to have my dad do the rest of the fence. Someday.

(I got around to the picture much quicker than I thought I would)

Hey how 'bout some flowers in that pot?

I have constant heartburn. People tell me it's not only because I'm pregnant but because I am short. Is this true? I'm 99% sure that it's NOT because my baby is going to come out with tons and tons of hair. (an old wives' tale about heartburn) My babies come out with no hair.

I just told Kimball to "go breath some where else." Stellar mommy moment!

McKay is standing next to me huffing and puffing and sighing, wanting me to ask what's wrong... I know what's wrong, she's fighting with Kimball and Luc but I just don't have the energy to listen to it or come up with a solution. I wonder how long I will have to ignore her before she gives up?

Ooops I'm starting to blog about my "day" aren't I. Ok no more.

Seth is the best husband in the world. He is overly helpful and involved. He does more than he should and spoils me to death. Which is exactly why I am having a day. We are on week 3 of 5 weeks of travel (not 5 weeks of being gone just 5 weeks of being gone for a few days each week.) I'm pretty sure I can't blame my amazing husband for my inability to care for my children on my own. I am so grateful for him. And in this case absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.

I will be so happy to see him tomorrow and for 4+ days my life will be blissful again. Someone remind me to blog in the middle of that please. Thanks.

Can I Be Done Now?

This nesting stuff is going to do me in. I just started a project that Seth strongly advised against. It's not a big deal. Just painting the crib black so it matches Luc's bed. But I'm not even half way done and my arms hurt and I'm light-headed. Problem being I have to bend in half (meaning even less lung capacity.)





It will look so much better when I'm done BUT it may very well be my last little project for a while. So much for painting the bathrooms and finally finishing the last wall in the living room. I guess I'll just have to resort to organizing some closets and maybe recovering the dining room table chairs.


** Let me make myself clear here. Seth is not to blame for my inability to finish a project. He would gladly do these things for me but by the time he gets home from work I have no nesting nerve left in my body. In fact he usually comes home and ends up cleaning my house because I have been busy making a mess all day. I'm pretty sure he would rather do these projects himself and not listen to me complain about them but I don't really give him a chance to do that. He just has to make it all better after I mess it up. He puts up with a lot. I should try just being patient and let him do some of this on the weekends. I'll think about that.

Luc and I went to Ikea yesterday. Look how cute he is. I am so excited to have another little Luc around. Boys are fun. Way more fun than I thought they would be.

Rope...

I'm at the end of my rope today. Not sure where the rest of the rope went but it's gone and I'm about to lose it.

Luc has been the whiniest, cryin'ist, tattle-tale'nist little monster ever.

McKay got off the bus and said "I only had water for lunch because you know I don't like that kind of yogurt and I never eat those peanut butter crackers." (both news to me) Then when I tried to tell her it was her own fault that she was hungry and she that she was the one that chose not to eat she said "mom, I'm not talking to you right now." Good idea.

Seth is off being a traveling business man and I thought today would be a good day to put together a new Ikea desk and chair and then move the computer from one end of the house to the other. (I have no one to blame but myself for that one.)

Some times I kind of sort of dread going to Relief Society activities, I think mostly because I like spending my evenings with my hubby but tonight it is the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm taking the kids in jammies and not coming home until at least one of them (meaning Luc) is crashed out asleep in his car seat.

Oh and now (4:30 pm) I am going to go take a shower. Maybe that will add a little length to the end of my rope.

My Monday

8 loads of laundry.

That's what my Monday consisted of.

My sister was here last week and convinced me to at least try out her "Monday Laundry Day" method of living. So I'm giving it a try. It took me about 6 hours to get it all washed, dried and folded. I enlisted the kids and Seth with the "putting away."

The girls thought they would die having to put a whole basket of laundry in their appropriate drawers. It's not like they don't have chores or aren't asked to help out. Will the day come that they don't complain about every little duty?

Anyway, we'll see how Monday Laundry Day works out for me. At least for a few weeks until I give up on chores all together. But for this week I think it will feel good to know I'm starting out the week all caught up on one of my duties.

Less than 7 weeks until baby Nash arrives! Let the countdown begin.

Quick Fix

Along with all my nesting has come a deep desire to get my house "updated" a bit. There are some major things I would love to do (new carpet, gut the kitchen, take out a wall, completely re-landscape the backyard, etc.) but am too cheap and unwilling to pay for right now so I have decided to do what I can with as little out-of-pocket expense as possible. Seth loves it. Ok, he doesn't. He's not a "handyman." And I'm pretty sure he has little desire to become one but he loves me and therefore puts up with my little projects.

This one was a one weekend deal. (Although for how exhausted we both were you would think we had worked on it for 10 days straight.) We gave the kitchen a face lift. It was much needed. My only regret is that I didn't take any "before" pictures. Close your eyes and imagine cream colored-paint peeling-dingy-dirty cabinets with "copper" knobs that we're so tarnished and old they looked like they were going to decompose in a matter of days. The walls were a boring tan that really just looked drab and tired. The dining room was burnt red below the chipped and peeling chair rail.


After trying a number of shades of brown for the walls (in an effort to coordinate with the tile counter top) I decided that they all looked like poop to me so I finally went way out of my comfort zone and tried a light/pale blue. We painted the cupboards a bright white. I love it. (We got a killer deal on the paint. HD was closing out some of their paint and we got it for $14/gallon. I want to go get more for our bathrooms but need to give Seth a few days before I even suggest more painting.) I scrubbed the knobs and then spray painted them black. I also bought (on clearance of course) some pulls to give it a little variety. It doesn't look like the new kitchen I am dreaming of (2-3 years down the road) but it's so much better than it was. I used to hate the tile on the counter tops (I still wouldn't choose it) but now it's bearable. And the whole kitchen is so bright. I can't believe how much lighter it is in there. So here is our weekend update.




So this begs the question... What next? I have 7 more weeks to get things done. I guess putting up the crib should be a priority but that's not so much fun. I doubt I can convince Seth of any more painting. Hmmm. Maybe some yard work?