Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
We determined that he has my lips and nose. And he'll also be right handed since that's hand he played with the most and moved around. My dad who couldn't be there thought it was super neat when he got to see the pictures. Everyone..well maybe just the grandma's thought it was super neat how you could really see all the details of his face. We even got to see him open his eyes...so cool.
With our 30 minute session we got 3 "color" pictures...which are really just sepia tones. And we got about 10 black and whites. Plus a CD with 85 picture images and a DVD of the entire 30 minute "show".
Guess he was done with all the pictures being taken. =)
Sucking his thumb and holding up his other 4 fingers.
He was obsessed with trying to eat his hand.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Here it is without the flash of my camera on.
In other baby news next Saturday we're getting a 3-D ultrasound done in Tucson and I'm super excited for that. We'll actually get to see what his face looks like (hopefully, if he cooperates) and with the package we chose we'll get a ton of pictures and a DVD as well as website subscription. We're also going to buy his stroller/car seat which for some reason makes me extremely happy. He's also moving a ton...it feels like all day every day which is really neat. Robert feels him now and I love seeing the look on his face and the little giggle he does every time. I think it makes it more real for him.
Monday, January 17, 2011
This weekend the hubs and I started decorating baby Jameson's room. We went and bought the paint on Saturday after the hubs had cleaned out his man cave and started painting Sunday afternoon. Sunday after church we went on our Sunday breakfast date and devised a plan that included my husband moving my computer/computer desk/extra table/TV and bookshelf out of Jameson's room and into our new office which used to be his man cave while I went to Home Depot to pick up the necessary painting supplies. In our thinking we assumed that by the time everything was moved we'd be able to start painting by 1 and be done by 4 at the latest. Nothing ever goes as planned in our world. We ran into the same problem when we redid our living room a few months ago but I digress. We return home, change out of our church wear and proceed with our individual missions. I leave the hubs at home to start moving and I head of to Home Depot. My part should have been relatively easy but this is where our comedy of errors (as I will refer to most of the snags of our mission) started. I'm in the painting section looking for a large roller and a small roller and what should I happen across but an 8 piece combination painting set for $10.97. I see this and think "Jack Pot!" just what I need: the two rollers I was in search of plus a paint pan, a paint brush and a paint can opener thingy. I think "Yes, Robert will be so impressed with me---I'm getting a lot of stuff at a great price. What could be wrong with this?" So after finding my "find" I go and pick up the rest of the supplies and on my way home I head.
I get home and run in with excitement like a kid who just got an A on a really hard test and exclaim with excitement "Look at what I got for $10!!" The hubs then proceeds to let me know that while, good job me this wonderful combination piece really is just a bunch of their cheapest stuff thrown together. I insist that IT IS NOT and it'll work just fine. So after moving the rest of the furniture we proceed to start painting and sure enough my husband was right. The roller is leaving hair all over the wall. This is not going to work...it's just not. I do not want hairy walls in my baby's room. I insist that Robert go buy different rollers. So he leaves for Lowe's and left me with the job to finish taking off the outlet covers and clean the vent register. As I'm walking around the house looking for the screw driver I notice that hubs has left his bill fold with his ID and all monetary means. Another error in our comedy. So I race off trying to catch him and find him as he's leaving the parking lot. It's a good thing we are able to laugh during these moments.
Robert gets home and brings me non-hairy rollers and I get to work. He has to leave to go over to his parent's house to do some grout work in their kitchen and leaves me to paint. So I'm painting and painting and realize that I'm very quickly running out of paint. We bought a gallon thinking that would be more than enough to do the room but we didn't factor in needing to do 2 coats as the guy who mixed our paint told us we shouldn't have to. At this point I'm thinking "Seriously...what else could possibly go wrong?" So I call Robert and let him know what's going on at our house and then he let's me know he'll be gone for longer than he thought as he had run into a snag at his parent's house. I finish painting and have a small puddle at the bottom to finish the corners for the hubs since I'm not allowed to paint near the ceiling or base boards (we had some issues when we painted the kitchen). The hubs came home and couldn't believe we didn't have enough paint left over so off he went back to Home Depot to buy a quart more of our blue paint only to find out later that night that we indeed did have enough.
But needless to say the painting of the walls was complete by 9ish. The hubs is working on the door frames and windowsills today. Once that's done the hubs can begin the next part of painting which will be to paint the mural of a tree with our owl family on it. Which I'm so excited for!!We're also working on getting new carpet (which hopefully will be installed
The larger of the two hairy rollers.
The hairy wall.
Please ignore the fact that I look like a hot mess.
The hubs taping off the windowsill.
Part of the trim details.
Of course more pictures will be added as we continue to work on Jameson's room. I feel this is going to be a several party story.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
This year has been a year to say the least. I have some very "good friends" and I'll let you in on a secret...when a teacher calls a student a "good friend" it usually means they drive them nuts all day every day. That "good friend" is the kid you pray is absent but of course never is...ever. They are the one kid who never gets sick despite an outbreak of hacking coughs and runny noses and sneezes that cover every inch of the room and manage to infect a person 3 classrooms away. I have a few "good friends" this year. They are definitely giving me a run for my money. Its' probably more fair to say that this class as a whole is giving me a run for my money. This year I live for breaks like I never have. For instance, we just got back from our winter break...seriously today was the 7th day back and already we have a 3 day weekend. I couldn't be more joyous for Friday to roll around. I often leave for home feeling exhausted and defeated. Things in the district are horrendous and seem to get more and more horrendous by the day. I could be on welfare and make more money than I do as a 3rd year teacher with a college degree. It's true..I've done the math. I'm asked to go above and beyond my job description every day and of course I do because deep down and on the surface (most days) I genuinely love my job. What keeps me from calling it quits is the excitement I get when I step back and reevaluate where I'm coming from and decide that maybe I need to try another way. That excitement lets me know that yes I can carry on and I still believe that this is my calling.
I get so excited to let my inner nerd (maybe not so inner) out and find some new great thing to try in my classroom. I'm so excited to get my new behavior management system up and running this weekend (it already uses some of what I do now) and I'm excited to do some research over the summer (yes I said research and summer in the same sentence) on The Daily 5 because the thought of doing centers for another year makes me want to hang out with my "good friends" all day.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Here we are at 24 weeks and 6 days.
Lady we adopted from a shelter in Tombstone shortly after we moved in to our house. Sweet as can be, slightly mischievous at first (jumping 6 foot walls) but mellow. Then we got Apollo. He is all Boxer. Sweet and dopey looking but loves to rough house and chew things...bottles, couches, bones, shoes, you name it...he's slobbered on it. Now, Lady alone would be fine. She's content to sleep in just as her human companions, doesn't need much attention and will let you know when she wants some love. But combine her with Apollo and it's game over. The two of them together love to rough house and play as would any dog stuck together for the better part of the day but they simply equal trouble.
Now back to my Arizona room story. So Robert moved the old green couch out in the Arizona room so we could put our "new" couch in the family room. I would like to preface this by saying he did this on Sunday, January 9. After listening to him talk up how "it won't be that big of deal", and "I think the dogs will leave the couch alone". I reminded him that they don't leave anything alone and that when, not if, but when they destroy the couch I want it gone. Immediately! He swore and we even shook on this that the day they destroy the couch it would be moved out of the Arizona room and taken to the dump. Well my friends, let it be said that I TOLD HIM SO!
Today is Tuesday, January 11 and we had a baby appointment at 11:30. We both left work early and for some reason Robert had a feeling that he needed to come home. And yes my friends, when he came home he found that Apollo (at least that's who we suspect) had taken a couch cushion off of the couch, ripped off the cover and proceeded to chew the cushion. When I came home this is what I found...
No, the dogs were not sitting there like this...they were posed but if you delete them from this picture this is the mayhem that was my Arizona room.
As I previously mentioned my husband and I had made a deal let's just say the couch is still in the Arizona room but the mess has been cleaned up and the remaining cushions have been removed. Our new deal entails that that couch will be out of the Arizona and relocated to the dump on Saturday.
I was actually surprised that the couch lasted as long as it did in the Arizona room. I suppose the upside to this is the Arizona room finally got swept and my husband will NEVER be able to put anything remotely fluffy in the Arizona room again. I don't care what it is...NO WAY, NO HOW, NOT EVER AGAIN! And if he feels the need to say "But baby..."I'll happily point him to the computer and pull up my blog and remind him of the 2010 Paint Incident and the 2011 Couch Incident.