At Long Last

So I finally have a few photos for you! All of the work was finished today, so I don't have it all the finishing touches in place yet, but yay for no more installation! Here are photos of the kitchen, living room, and yard.

The old kitchen: We painted the cabinets white when we moved in, but the counters were all stained and needed a facelift.










...as did the nast-ola sink. Ew.









And the finished product (still have to put outlet covers on as well as cabinet hardware). The wood floors extend throughout the kitchen as well.









Here's the view of the living room from upstairs. We did the wood floors, the paint, the lighting and fans, and shelving. If anyone wants a brass fan with enormous banana-leaf blades, I think I might have just the one for you!










We love our backyard view with a nature walk and beautiful sunsets every night:










But needed a little shade from the western Texas sun on the patio:

What do the kids think? Hip, Hip, Hooray!

From the Lips of Children

Two nights ago I tucked Noah in. He sat on the potty and got two M&Ms for peeing like 4 drops. He brushed his teeth and washed his hands. We read three stories from his Children's Bible. He turned on his music and turned off his lamp. He climbed up on my lap and it was time to pray; he wanted to pray himself.

"Dear Je-yus, fanks for today.

Fanks for momma and daddy, fanks for Noah and Yo-wen (Lauren). Fanks for gramma and grandpa, papa and mimi. Bob-builder, Thomas (the tank engine), Zaboo.

Je-yus, help Noah haff good night sweep.

Help momma mow grass. Daddy mow grass. Noah mow grass.

Help momma pick weeds. Daddy pick weeds. Daddy pick up Kona's poopies. Momma change Noah's diapers.

I love you, Je-yus. AAAAAAAA-MEN!"

At this point my heart melted--I was trying not to laugh and cry at the same time as I realized this was absolutely my favorite instance to date in the verbal life of my son! Hearing your child pray for the weeds in the garden, the dog's poop, and proclaim his love for Jesus in the same breaths is priceless and makes you realize that everything we do is being watched and analyzed by these little people we are so blessed to have as our own!

Thanks for Shopping

So Greg calls on his way home from work and offers to run to the store to pick up some ground meat for tacos. What does he show up with? Gourmet olives and imported cheeses, you ask? Nope. A bottle of wine to share with his lovely wife after the kids go to bed? Nope. Ruffles potato chips, Coco-Dynobites cereal, and a 6 pack of Shiner.

At least the ground beef was cooking on the skillet...

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

Wow. My friend Lindsay sent me to http://renz-o.blogspot.com/ which is a fabulous mantage of dare-we-say sexy Olan Mills photos from the 80s. This was my favorite and is simply entitled "Cousins."

Sniffle, Sniffle

Big Girl caught her first cold and it's just about the saddest thing ever! We had a cold front come through earlier this week, and, although I loved the 70 degree weather, it claimed my poor baby Lauren. Is it horrible that I love the few extra minutes of cuddle time with those sweet cheeks that I get at night when I tuck her in? Time to stock up on multivitamins and decongestants!

Happy Birthday, Sara!

I would like to take this opportunity to wish one of my very dearest and best friends a VERY HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY! Without her, college would not have been nearly so fabulous. Here's to hoping that all of you out there take today to remember and appreciate the people in your lives who allow you to be completely yourself, who join in the craziness, add to the joy, and just seem to make things better when they're around.

Since Sara shares my love of quotes, here are a couple for her:

"No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth." -Robert Southey

And the one that most describes us...
"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Have a great day, dear friend!

My American Idol

I am 30. I am a responsible adult. I have a full time job. I am the mother of two children. But I turned into an embarrassingly shrill 15 year old at the American Idol concert last Monday night. Um, this is me with David Cook onstage in the background.

Let me just clarify by saying that this past season was really the only season I've followed regularly, and only because I wanted to see someone legitimate make it all the way to the end. Someone with experience who can play instruments, carry a tune, write and arrange music, and look good in the process. I am tired of the cheesy ballad singer, the Norah Jones imitation, and the Broadway actress-turned-singer not because they don't have talent, but selfishly because at the end of the day, I wouldn't buy an album from any of them.

I will buy a David Cook album however. I'll buy several. And just to show my support, I went to the American Idols Live concert (okay, to show my support and because my good friend generously got us a free suite). IT WAS SO GOOD. There were about ten 15 year olds next to us screaming at new octaves for Jason Castro and David Archuletta. I joined them, rather, I surpassed them, when David Cook took the stage with his own rock version of Lionel Ritchie's Hello. Next came Aerosmith's Don't Wanna Miss a Thing, the American Idol Original Time of My Life, and Hero by Fuel, along with a few witty quips and genuine audience appreciation, and the plethora of guitar picks spun into the crowd. He exited the stage only to return for an encore of the one and only Billy Jean, arranged by Chris Cornell and performed old-school rock-n-roll style including a 2-minute electric guitar interlude in the middle.

All the other performers looked and sounded exactly as they did on the show (I actually felt like I was watching the show at times) but when Cook came on it was like we orbed to a legitimate rock concert. If you're not yet a fan, YouTube his performances of Always Be My Baby, Hello, First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, or even Phantom of the Opera's Music of the Night. Or look up the performance of Sharp Dressed Man he led with ZZ Top at the finale. Then tell me you're not a fan.


Go David, Go!

First Day of School

Today was the first day of school. Sort of. I teach a graduate school class every Fall for students pursuing their masters in occupational therapy. The class I teach is held every other Saturday until the beginning of December and is especially fun for the following reasons:

1. There are several quaint little stores near the college that I can go to during the lunch break or after class.
2. On the official schedule, the sections are supposed to be from 8-12 and 1-5. If we get through all the material, we can usually end each section a half hour early. Seriously, who can talk for 8 hours? No, Rachel, even I can't.
3. I get cinnamon rolls and Starbucks for myself for the morning class.
4. It gives me a great chance to stay up to speed in the field even though I'm taking a little break from working in the clinic right now.
5. I get to make splints and casts and show other people how to do it; I love creating splints for different diagnoses and getting students excited to work in rehab.

Beautifuls' Retreat, 4th Edition

If you have been following my blog for any length of time, or just know me a bit, you may remember that there are two retreats I attend each year that are necessary for building lasting friendships and maintaining my overall mental health... They both include wonderful girl time full of desserts, endless hours of drinking coffee in our pajamas, talking into the wee hours of the morning, sleeping into the early hours of the afternoon, laughing hysterically, playing the occasional game, looking at pictures, and re-hashing the old days. (And yes, I can legitimately say "old" days as Cheryl and I recently discovered that we have known each other for TWENTY YEARS. Since when am I old enough to have had a friend for TWENTY YEARS? I have no idea where the time has gone).

Last weekend was the Beautifuls' annual retreat. This is the high school gang (though several of us met pre-high school and we've stayed friends through and past college so I'm not sure that qualifies anymore). Anyway, it consists of Cheryl, me, Brooke, and Amy. For a history of the Beautifuls and past photos of the group, click here and here and here.

This year we stayed in town and took the opportunity to go out for dinner and walk around an outdoor shopping plaza while still making plenty of time to lounge around the house polishing off about 32 chocolate chip cookies over the course of 2 days.

No, we do not sit in a circle with lighted candles chanting the rules of our club, nor do we paint each others' fingernails and have pillow fights in our underwear. Our one fabulous tradition is that we celebrate all 4 of our birthdays in one fell swoop. We all show up with arm loads of gifts, place them in stations on the couches, and usually open them within about 1 hour of the start of the retreat...about the same time we break open the desserts.

Our time this year was topped off by this You Tube video that had us in stitches each of the 13 times we watched it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dXGj_-orxw

Thanks, ladies, for a much needed and tremendously fun and relaxing weekend!

Happy Birthday, Rich!

An ode to my brother, Rich, and how he has enriched my life all these years:

-You taught me creativity and precision by showing me how to make homemade Numb-chucks and throw them at various neighbor children with stealth and accuracy when I was 7.
-You boosted my intellectual processing skills by inventing and a club with me called "Boosum-sooum-sooum" which included our own written language (which I can still use and decipher).
-You helped me develop courage and bravery by forcing me and Rachel to fight each other when we were in junior high, and by introducing me to Rocky IV.
-You developed my fine arts appreciation when you bought me my first Def Leppard album followed closely by Monster Ballads.
-You built up my physical endurance by dunking me under water in the deep end of the pool until I thought I was going to pass out.
-You taught me taste discrimination and cultural understanding when you took me to drink my first beer.
-But most of all, you showed me what a big brother ought to be when you offered to physically harm any guy who took me on a date if he treated me poorly, and when you cheered louder than anyone else at my college graduation.


(Rich, shown here with nephew, Brice, and wife, Andrea)
Just think, you'll get to celebrate the next birthday with your new baby boy! I know you'll be a wonderful dad because you've been a great big brother. I hope I was a sufficient "little brother!"

All in the Family

Noah at 9 months... and Lauren at 9 months.


Again, Noah at 9 mos... and Lauren at 9 mos.

And all we've managed to change is the living room rug. Well, and a new house I guess.

On The Move

She's crawling! After months of pulling up on coffee tables and stairs (she loves to stand up), Lauren finally decided she'd try moving around on the ground, though it's more of a knee-hop and body-drag than the typical crawl...



She's so proud of herself, but it's back to standing up!

2 year old or 12 year old?

This morning I came home from a jog and walked into the living room to find Greg and Noah watching Sports Center. Noah looked at me and said, "Mama, I watch football!" Greg was, of course, smiling ear to ear, and I thought it was a nice break from our typical morning spent in Mickey Mouse's Clubhouse.

Greg went to work, and Noah continued watching Sports Center. He kept shouting things like "Good catch!" and "That guy fell down!" A bit later he asked if I would find him some "Sot-ker" on TV. I found the women's Olympic Soccer team playing (and losing) but Noah was enthralled -- standing up on the couch and yelling "Nice!" every time someone shot a long ball. After his little TV Sot-ker obsession I taught him how to throw a ball in after it is kicked out of bounds. Needless to say he's been throwing the ball "in" to each room of our house all afternoon.

I'm going to have to explain to his wife and children some day that it is our fault he neglects them every time the World Cup rolls around, I can just feel it.

Gimme a Break!

In the midst of unpacking hundreds of boxes, trying to find sheets for the beds and towels for the bathroom, all the while trying to entertain 2 kids and do my job...


...don't say we don't know how to take a break and have some fun in the Texas heat!




Noah doesn't really grasp that it is a slip-n-slide. He views it more as a run-n-jump. I don't question it though; it entertains Lauren, cools me off as I sit in the 105 degree heat (no kidding), and occupies a very rowdy 2 1/2 year old. At this point I wouldn't even care if it were a rip-n-throw--it was the best $9 I spent all summer!

Yes, I know I haven't posted any pictures of the new house yet, and I've gotten some flack from some of you, but I must say that I am that personality type that just can't post photos of newly laid wood floors and freshly painted walls if the rooms still have crusty old ceiling fans and cracked brass light fixtures circa 1994. Soon though, I promise...

In the mean time, go get yourself a run-n-jump and have some fun!

Glorious Summer, part II

Do you remember this post from last year? We went to the same location a couple of weeks ago, and had a phenomenal time (as usual). We woke up to mornings of South Carolina sunrise, hot coffee and breakfast, followed closely by a morning boat outting. The jet skiing usually happened in the middle of the day, after lunch but before a couple rounds of competitive Boggle. Cliff jumping and tubing were staples each day as well, and therefore Advil became a staple each evening. Here are a few photographed highlights, although there is no way to post them all!


The house was, as always, wonderful and inviting. And the view of the lake, golfcourse, bay, and mountains weren't half bad either...


Our kids had a great time! Noah went canoeing with his daddy.


It was Lauren's first time on a boat! She showed off her pretty pink swimsuit.


Noah went on the tube with me! He had a ball (cautiously) but made me cover his face the whole time so the water wouldn't spray in his eyes.


His dad, however, is a lot less cautious and tried several new wakeboarding tricks this year, along with the never-gets-old-to-see sexy backflip. I sure married a cute one!


I tried something new, too. Okay, so we all did. WakeSURFING! It's basically wakeboarding on a surfboard without your feet attached to anything. You hold a short rope and stay only about 5 feet behind the boat, surfing inside the wake. It was so much fun and I can't wait to try it again!


Jenn, Dustin, and their 3 boys drove from Dallas! We had a blast with Brice--his first time on a boat too!


The beginning of the week was spent with Jared, Rachel, and little Judah--lots of relaxation and quiet time on the boat. Then several cousins and aunts/uncles came in towards the end of the week to celebrate the 4th of July together. It was a blast, and the perfect combination of relaxing and catching up.

Uncle Jared was in his element. I will also say the Pawpaw (my dad) was in his element as well as he was surrounded by like 4 grandchildren every time he walked into a room. I loved it!

Lauren and Judah played hard, napped hard, and were pretty tuckered out every night after a long day of sunshine.

Lazy Lauren, after a long day of competitive wakeboarding, tubing, and cliff jumping, took advantage of what a true vacation should be...a bottle and a nap.

Happy vacationing!

The Manor

We got it!

Well, we made it. We FINALLY came to agreements with the sellers, got the new roof in time (woo hoo!), closed, got funded, and got the keys just in time to meet the flooring contractors at the house so they could get started ripping out the carpet (I don't think the sellers vacuumed very well in 12 years).

There was one final obstacle that reared its ugly head on moving day; the movers simply did not show up. After about 38 phone calls, a bit of yelling and a few tears, I was able to cancel on them (after they charged my credit card $1000 which we are officially disputing) and hire another moving company that had us in the new house in 5 hours.

So now all of our belongings are in the garage of our new house, with a few straggler boxes in random bedrooms. The hardwood floors are in, the kitchen cabinets have been primed and painted, and the walls are supposed to have been painted and completed yesterday.

I can't verify any of this, however, because we have been on vacation since last Saturday (at the South Carolina lakehouse to which we went last summer--pictures to follow). It is a much needed vacation, but I am certainly a bit nervous to get back to Dallas and walk into my new house with alleged new floors and alleged new paint after I left the contractors with money and house keys and traveled halfway across the country...

If our belongings have not been stolen, and the work has indeed been finished, I will post pictures soon.

For now though, I will continue gazing out onto a view filled with tree-covered hills, a bay that opens to a serene lake, and the green of the 5th hole of a golf course; and maybe in a minute I'll do a bit more wake boarding.

The Roof Over My Head

Okay, I have avoided writing this post and am only doing it b/c I'm getting questions daily and want to let everyone know what's going on with our house, the new house, and the entire moving extravaganza.

In a word, craziness is going on -- craziness, I tell you! I'm going to try to make this very short as it is a Friday night, I am surrounded by half-packed boxes, and am trying to enjoy a nice glass of merlot and a bit of procrastination.

Many moons ago, we started looking for a house. We made an offer on one that Greg loved, but I never felt good about it so we ended up pulling out of it. We made an offer on another one--the PERFECT one mind you, and watched it get snatched right out from under us. There were tears, and still are occasionally, I'm not gonna lie. Then we made an offer on a third house. The offer went through, and we were slung into an option period that would prove to end us if it didn't make us stronger.

The house we are buying is a great house if you remove almost everything in it. It's dirty, it hasn't been updated in 12 years, and it needs a new roof. However, the foundation is good, the floorplan is great, and the neighborhood is perfect. Furthermore, the backyard opens up to a huge greenbelt with rolling hills (okay like 2 hills), trees galore, a nature preserve, and a walking trail. The house has amazing potential so we decided to take a chance.

So we've already closed on our current house and are leasing it back until next Thursday when we have already arranged and paid for movers to move us out. But move where, you say? We aren't sure. The seller of the new house found out that his house needs a new roof in order for us to get approved for the loan. He didn't want to replace the roof and pretty much asked my realtor if she and I would split the cost. Seriously. He didn't want to fix anything that the inspector found because he thinks his house is perfect just as it is. Dirt, grime, and all. Seriously. I feel a little bad for the guy b/c a new roof is a lot of money, but he's got to sell the house, and we are one of very few people willing to put the money into it that is required to make it look good! He finally has agreed to replace it b/c his insurance company wrote him a check to do so. However, he was about a week late in scheduling the roofers. Here's the timeline:

-Roofers started today and said they'd be finished by next week "sometime."
-The roof has to be 100% completed and the invoice sent to the mortgage company at least 24 hours before closing.
-We have to close on Wednesday morning in order for the funds to clear so we can have keys and move in Thursday.
-We have to move in on Thursday b/c the new people are moving into our current house that night.
-We are leaving for vacation Saturday morning for a week.

If the roof doesn't get done by Monday afternoon or early Tuesday morning, we will not be able to close on time to move in. If it doesn't get finished by Wednesday, there is a good chance we won't close next week at all, will be living on the streets (just kidding, with family) and will have to look at postponing it for 2 weeks or not going on our vacation.

In short, pray for sunshine this weekend and efficient roofers!

It's as I said to Greg, whether or not we get into the new house by the time we are kicked out of this house completely rests on the shoulders of the roofing company, and in the hands of the Lord! Shingle well, my friends.

Firsts

So you all know that the last several weeks and months have been frantic for us as far as selling our house, looking for a new house, having the perfect house snatched away from us, starting new jobs, etc. However, I realized as I was copying pictures onto my computer that a lot of great things happened during this time, too. It's funny how we can be consumed by the craziness of our lives, and then when we step back we see that we almost missed out on some milestones. So although we've been on our "last nerve" with the house hunting, here are a few "firsts" I want to stop and appreciate:


First family trip to the zoo!


Noah's first bloody nose inflicted (accidentally) by a cousin with a rogue basketball.


First time Noah stuffed all 67 of his matchbox cars in his shirt for sheer amusement.


Two "firsts" here: Lauren sitting up and playing steadily for the first time, and both my kids sitting together quietly and playing for the first time.


Lauren's first time in a bathing suit and, subsequently, her first time in a pool.


First time my kids got to meet their second-cousins (visiting from NC).

So the moral for today's post is to stop getting caught up in the frenzy so you can stop and notice what's around you!

A Girl's Best Friend

So diamonds are not Lauren's best friend yet. Delicious treats are. She hates vegetables and loves fruit, but apparently her sweet tooth doesn't end there...

Rice cereal for breakfast? No thanks. I'll take some of these pancakes, thank you. Hmmmm, can't...quite...reach...


What are you looking at? Help a sister out!


Ha ha! Turn away from me for two minutes in Walmart and my go-go-gadget hands will reach whatever sweets are within arms' length! For today? Chocolate chips! With a little gumming and some fancy finger work, these bags are so easy to rip open...


Please don't take them from me, mom, please don't. They're so tasty and feel super good all melted under my chin, in my armpits, and smashed in the carseat under my butt...oooh, I think I feel one melting between a leg roll!