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We have lived in this house for 4 years. In that 4 years, the projects we started in the beginning are still mainly sitting here undone. With raising 2 kids, working mainly full-time and lists a mile long - our home has gone largely untouched and seemingly unloved. I am no Martha Stewart and I am okay with that.
Now, with baby #3 coming, I see all of these unfinished edges and they are weighing on me like a ton of bricks. This list a mile long that I must get done by July. I think it's called nesting. It is also the realization that if I don't do it now, after baby, I will slip back into ignore mode for another 4 years.
I have bought paint for our plain white kitchen and recovered our window seat bench and pillows, I have bought paint for our bathrooms, I have bought fabric and paint to make our front porch an inviting place - to sit and read and visit and play...and to ban the recycling, garbage, bikes and scooters to the garage.
Now that the girls will officially be sharing a room, we have purchased matching duvet covers, curtains, and have started a gallery for them to make and display their artwork. A place to make their own.
Still to tackle - our outside paint, our front door, our front steps - but I need Jed to tackle those. I am sure he doesn't want to mess with an evil, hot and uncomfortable pregnant lady...so those should be done in a timely manner too.
xoxo,t
I woke up this morning slightly disturbed. I woke up this morning from a dream that seemed so real and just so strange. I am never one to analyze dreams..but this one really bothered me.I dreamt that I took my brother to Amsterdam. I lived there several years ago and Troy was never able to visit - so in my dreams last night, just the two of us traveled there. We spent a long day seeing the old Waag house, the red-light district, Central Station, the shopping district, the Anne Frank House, the Van Gogh Museum, and just wondered through the Vondelpark. As we strolled through the Voldelpark, I reached into my jacket pocket and found my Amsterdam apartment keys - still on the same keyring as my leased Saab I had there, and of course the keys to my 2 bicycle locks. I told Troy I guess that meant I still had my apartment in the city, so we walked to my old park side apartment. When we arrived, my bike was still locked securely to my front railing and the same curtains hung in the window. My key still worked in the door and we entered my apartment - it looked exactly the same as I left it 6 years ago.We sat down to rest on the couch after a long day of walking and then heard a noise. When we turned towards the bedroom door - out walked my old cat Wilshire. Wilshire was with me in Amsterdam but since died about 3 years ago. Funny thing is that Wilshire looked dead when he walked out - almost movie zombie-like. He was also wearing a pink tutu skirt and sheer blue tulle camisole...and a tiara. He came up to me and purred and rubbed against my leg and then disappeared behind the door again.I told Troy that I didn't think we should be there anymore...so I left my all of my keys on the table and we left. I immediately woke-up.This dream left we wondering all day what it meant - maybe nothing I know. Maybe it's been too long since I saw my brother, maybe it's been too long since I visited Amsterdam, maybe I miss my cat, maybe since I just took the girls to see Cinderella yesterday is why Wilshire was dressed like a princess. Maybe I need to stop drinking before bed?xoxo,t
So Jed doesn't want to know what we are having. For all 3 of our children, he has not accompanied me to the ultrasound - 1. because it freaks him out, this slightly alien-looking being living in my tummy for 9 months and 2. he doesn't want to know what we are having.However, he is married to an anal control freak who hates surprises and must know everything at all times. I get all Gloria Steinam on him and claim "my body - my choice" and thus we always find out. Well, "I" always find out, first anyway.
After 20 weeks of waiting, we finally decided to tell the girls about the baby on Saturday morning. Upon waking them up in the wee morning hours, I presented them with this present cake, candles lit, and singing that I had a big surprise for them. I told them we were going to have a baby this Summer. First question they asked? You know it -"Boy or Girl baby?" So, I told them. It really isn't my fault that they ran downstairs and told their dad, really. Darn kids just can't keep a secret.xoxo,t
When I was a little girl, I would spend my lazy Sunday afternoons watching old movies. I loved Shirley Temple, but by far my favorite movie was Gigi with Maurice Chevalier. I know someday, I will curl-up with my 3 girls on a lazy Sunday afternoon - pile on the blankets and watch old movies over and over again.
Oh wait, did I say 3 girls? Yes it's true - she's a girl. Here's proof - and what I am assuming will be her only crotch shot ever posted on the internet.
We couldn't be more thrilled!
xoxo,t
