Sunday, March 29, 2009

Baby shower!

This weekend some friends and family of ours threw us a fantastic baby shower. It was a great time and we're so thankful to everyone for everything! Here are a few pictures from the party. Welcome to Nate! I'm sure he's going to love everything!

Oh, they also had E and I race at diapering baby dolls. Turns out, I'm faster. He's going to say they cheated, but as I was blindfolded I can't necessarily vouch for that. (He mentions that in the picture below my friend J is holding what he's supposed to be diapering with, but I think that's besides the point.)
His diaper cake definitely matches his room...
These are the lovely hostessess. Check out that cake. It totally matches baby N's room!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

32 weeks and all's well

As an update to the baby growth - here are some recent pictures of me and the bump. Only a bit to go now, so there's no surprise that he's really out there!
It's incredible - you can actually SEE him move from the outside now. This isn't all feel and touch anymore. All you have to do is look to see him squirming around. Just ask E - in church this morning he was going to town. Maybe he likes hymns? Below I'm checking out his movements for myself.

It all started with a mirror...

Remember how I decided I thought it would be great to replace a mirror with a framed one? And how after I decided to do that my loving and dedicated husband discovered that the mirror on the wall was glued to it? And even more than that - how after we figured we'd have to repaint, we might as well do something "exciting"? Well, here is a shot of the exciting orange color we picked for the walls...

After a few hours of "Do you like it?" and "Well, it's certainly bright and cheerful!", we decided that orange was not the right color for our little tiny half-bath. This was spurned on further by the fact that when the light was on in the bathroom, it shone a sun-like orange glow out into the adjoining rooms. Back to Lowes where we purchased a new, more subdued color for the bathroom. In addition to this, I decided that as long as we were repainting, we might as well replace the fixtures with ones I loved. Why stop at just paint?

Before you think I have anything to do with the fixing up of the bathroom, know that when in the eighth month of pregnancy they really frown on painting, especially in confined spaces. This is all being done by E - who is quite possibly the most patient and loving man in the entire world.

Pictures to come of the fully redone bathroom. We (read - E) still have to put up the second coat of the newer, more subdued color.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Mirrors made of diamonds

When you buy a house, it comes equipped with certain essential items. These include the things you'd expect, along with things you'd never think about such as garbage disposals, air filters, and mirrors in the bathrooms. Our half bath came equipped with a workable but un-beautiful beveled glass mirror (sans frame) that I wanted to replace with a framed mirror. We purchased the new framed mirror below this weekend with the intention of removing the old mirror and replacing it with the newer, frame-y-er model.
This all sounds reasonable, until we realized that the mirror in the half bath was not affixed to the wall in any traditional way. Mounting brackets? No. Clips? No. Screws and D-rings? Absolutely not. No, no, no. The mirror in our half bath was affixed to the wall with nothing less than industrial grade adhesive. I'm not sure what it's typically used for, but I am quite certain that anything stuck with it is never meant to be un-stuck. Until we entered the picture, of course.

E decided the best way to remove the old mirror would be to tape it up (in case of breakage) and pry it away from the wall. Attempts at prying included the use of a spackle tool, the claw end of a claw-footed hammer, and even so far as to attempt sawing the mirror off the wall using twine. When none of these tactics proved to be working and a good amount of time had passed, E resorted to hitting the mirror with the hammer. Breaking a mirror on purpose isn't bad luck, right? Well, it doesn't really matter, because this mirror is apparently laced with diamonds and titanium, because it is unbreakable. No amount of smacking with hammers and other heavy things would lead to breakage.

Eventually E resorted to prying again, and managed to pull the mirror off the wall without breaking it. See below.
Unfortunately for us, prying the mirror off the wall may not have broken it, but it did in fact break our wall. Below you'll see the three spots where the industrial adhesive had been used to affix the mirror to the wall. It's black. Who's ever seen black adhesive? What is this? Tar? Anyway, the brown you're seeing is where the paper peeled off the sheetrock in the process of mirror removal.
Below you see portions of our wall affixed to the back of the mirror. No wonder I couldn't stand this thing! At least it's off the wall now. I guess.
Now, we had always intended on painting this bathroom something funky and fun and just doing it up interesting. Nothing like a little bit of holes in the wall to prompt us into action. We headed off to Lowes and purchased mud to fill in the holes with and some sample paints. We decided that if there was one room we could do something a little wild in, why not the half bath. Right now we're debating between roasted squash and toasted coffee for the walls. We'll see. I almost think toasted coffee belongs in the kitchen. Regardless, after the mud dries tonight we'll be back to Lowes to make a full paint purchase and spend some time this week fixing up the bathroom. Photos to come...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Rest in peace/Taking a mulligan

We've mentioned before how all the women in my family are very adept at skills such as growing things and making things. I've decided that I should join this group, and decided that this was the year I was going to grow my own tomatoes. What could be better than picking a fresh ripe tomato? No more produce bills for me!

So three weeks ago I purchased the plant you see above. I lovingly put him into the pot shown, and willed him to have a good life. His tag said he needed full sun, so I put him out in the yard near our oak tree, thinking he'd like it there. Surely I was doing everything right.

One week later we went to visit my grandparents, and over the weekend it froze not one, but both nights. This, apparently, was not to the liking of this plant, because when we got home he was shriveled and destroyed. There was no hope for him. He'd only been with me a week, and already he had died.

My mom visited me this weekend and assured me that this wasn't my fault - how was I to know it was supposed to randomly freeze? She took me out and helped me pick out a new tomato plant and a new pot for him, and we planted him yesterday. He looks pretty happy so far. I'm sure this time he'll make it. After all, my mom did touch him, which is pretty much all it takes for a plant to survive, as far as I can tell.

I'm excited about my fresh tomatoes. Along with my fresh limes. Maybe I'll make pico.