Ch-Ch-Changes

It is still a work in progress, but look how great the nursery is coming along. (Despite my last post, Lance really is a genius with a paint brush.)

What these pictures do not show is the constant state of disarray of Zoie and Tobin's room. A few months ago, we got them bunk beds and moved them in together. They love it. They spend all day in their room playing with their (now doubled) toy collection and making forts.

I am still working on getting rid of enough of their stuff to make their room more presentable. I will post pictures when I manage to accomplish the impossible.

Hilarity

You have to know a bit about my husband to appreciate this story:

Lance is a perfectionist when it comes to ... well, most things. He is the kind of guy who says things like, "If its worth doing, its worth doing right" and "do it right the first time". He is pretty much my polar opposite-- very organized and detail-conscious. It is this character trait that makes him such a successful handyman/decorator/project manager, etc.

He also hates idle time. In an effort to make good use of a lazy Saturday he decided to touch up the paint in our bedroom. He designed the bedroom to be somewhat of a calming sanctuary for us and it is mostly a kid-free zone. He found the leftover paint in the garage and touched up any areas that had any scuffs or dirt on them with the intention of making the room look clean.

Two hours later, he walked into the room and let out a string of expletives (ok... it was actually a pretty PG-rated tirade). When I went to investigate the catalyst for the obscenities, this is what I found:He had used the wrong paint-- thinking it would lighten as it dries. I literally fell on the floor in a fit of laughter when I saw "our sanctuary" covered with haphazard splotches of dark green paint. We will have to repaint the entire room when Lance isn't working. In the meantime, it makes me smile each time I walk into our room.

Its such a "Kira" thing to do. Poor guy. I must be rubbing off on him.

Showing...

I have less than nine weeks left in this pregnancy. In the past, I have spent my last trimester in various phases of discomfort, extreme hunger, and impatience-- complaining of the rigors of pregnancy to anyone who would listen.

I suppose the third time is the charm. I am finally taking the time to really enjoy this whole "pregnancy thing."

I love my giant belly. I love when perfect strangers make stupid comments. I love being told that I am huge and could I be having twins? I absolutely love this kid kicking and hiccuping and jamming his feet under my ribs each and every night. I am not as tired as I remember being with my other two pregnancies. I am taking my own advice and enjoying my 7-8 hours of sleep at night (and the occasional mid-day nap).

I can't believe how fast this pregnancy is speeding along...

And most of all, I cannot believe that I am feeling this way.

Play Day

Due to today's inclement weather, the kids and I decided to have an indoor play day. I took the kids to the mall and to the library-- it doesn't hurt that I happen to love these two locations myself.

I love that with small kids it does not take much effort or money to have "an adventure". You would have thought I was taking them to Disney World with the level of excitement surrounding our play day.

I realized that I have not taken pictures of the kids in a while ("in a while" = several days) so I threw my camera in my bag and we hit the road.

This is what I have noticed:

My son is adorable, but you will never know it. He has incredible big brown eyes and a heart-melting, crooked little smile... but you will never see it. Not in pictures, anyway. No matter how many pictures I take or how hard I try-- I cannot capture this kid on film.It frustrated me to the point of anger this morning. I was the obnoxious mom in the play area, knocking all the other kids down, screaming "Tobin... Tobin... TOBIN-- SMILE!!!" To no avail. Here are the failed results--Zoie, on the other hand, loves the camera and is very photogenic. You can easily see her fun personality and her breathtaking blue eyes (I figure I poke fun at my kids enough that its okay for me to brag about them once in a while).

Someday, when time and money are on my side, I will get a nice camera and learn how to take beautiful pictures. In the meantime, I (and you) will have to be satisfied with pictures such as these:

Growing a Gorilla

There is an old wives' tale that says that the level of heartburn you have in pregnancy is directly related to the amount of hair your baby will have at the time of their birth.

I realize that this theory has little to no validity-- no scientific proof to back it up. If it did, then Little Baby LJ would be born looking something like this:


Just 11 weeks to go!!! Can't wait to meet my little gorilla!