Every light in the house is on...

Ever hear that old country song? Well old for us in our 20's. (I will claim to be in my 20's until the day I am kicked out of it. I'm holding strong. For 3 months. Or a little less. Nonetheless I'm hanging on, hear my nails digging?)
Anyway the song is by Trace Adkins and goes a little like this "Every light in the house is on, The backyard's bright as the crack of dawn, The front walk looks like runway lights, It's kinda like noon in the dead of night. Every light in the house is on just in case you ever do get tired of being gone, Every light in the house is on".
Well I think that was Andrew's intention last night when I got home from Grey's night at Kibberts.
I walk in at 10:15pm and literally every light was on. Every TV set was on. I think he really thought I might not be able to find my way back home.
Remember when I said we had an electric bill of over $400? Yeah I wonder whose at fault there.
Sigh.

By the way, I want you all to know I am funny. Really I am. Back story first.

I work in Mesa. People who grew up here and got away from here don't really like it here. Mesa is a weird town. It is hard to describe, well without sounding like I am placing stereotypes and God forbid I ever offend annon again who ripped me a new one a few months back. But Mesa has a big Temple. I hear it is the second most visited place in AZ next to the Grand Canyon. I like the Mormons, they keep the place clean all around it. They have a beautiful Temple that is unfortunately is in Mesa. Mesa used to be heavily populated with Mormons, but they even got out of dodge. Well most of them. And mostly what is left here, I mean downtown, not east or north Mesa, just plain old Mesa, are crack heads and um, well people who came from another country, most likely not legally. If you can buy a pizza with Pecos in Mesa, I'm just saying...
Anyway, so that is what Mesa is pretty much consistent of. Some call is Metha and some call is Mexica. I call it ugh, Mesa. By the way I grew up here. Spent 15 years in the same house. I am not knocking something that is of me. I even have my my facebook profile, hometown Mesa. I don't deny it. But what is left is still Mormons in the office here and crack heads living here. So the laws are a bit effed up and a business trying to get a liquor license is like trying to get a monkey to sit still and take notes in class. So when Kibberts texts me this AM, "want any coffee while I'm in Mesa" I reply, "you'll have an easier time finding a crackpipe than a starbucks."

See I'm funny.

Don't worry I am prejudice against Phoenix too. Once Kibberts texted me "hey I'm in Phoenix, need anything" (yeah she gets around) I simply replied "yeah an 8 ball."
And she brought me one.

She is funny too. When we went to Motherhood the other day, I just wanted a band to go around my belly so I can still wear my jeans. I just can't bring myself to wear maternity that looks maternity. Anyway the register gal asks me if I have been there before, I said "not with this pregnancy" she said "has anything changed?" and before I could say no, Kibberts says "you mean besides the babies daddy?" I laughed and for some reason the sales lady didn't. Maybe we offended her too.

Alright annon let er rip...

Grey's is back!

Folks I think I am ready to be out of my summer time slump. I know that happens to you all stuck in the house all winter long, but it is kind of the same thing here in the valley of the sun in the summer. We can't go outside, our electric bill was over $400 (!) (just in Aug) add that to everything else that is super expensive and you have a crabby Kim whose last thing on her mind is blogging.
But folks it is almost Oct. Soon we will go to the pumpkin patch! I have my pumpkin spice lattes! I get to start figuring out the girls costumes! AND Grey's is back starting tomorrow night.
I think, my friends, I am back!
I think.
Anyone wanna buy my tickets to Disney Live on Oct. 2nd? I have the tickets on Craigs List. We can't go and I need to get my moms money back.
http://phoenix.craigslist.org/evl/tix/853916870.html

20 Week Big Belly!

Pretty darn sure this will be the last time I pose my belly in a swim suit!

Bring on the sweaters!!

When you have a kid like this....

I feel words are unnecessary when you deal with a child like this all day, every day.
There was no music. I have no idea why she was doing this and I wish I had more than a cell phone to display her "skills" but this is a snipit of life with Andi Jane.

A job that rocks

You know a job that requires no organization skills would totally be appropiate for me. I'm not so sure having to spend an hour with your mom trying to organize your office while looking for something that should have filed months ago fits anywhere in the "professional" arena.

Hey there Mr. Sandman....

Bring me a dream. Bring me a Klonopin. Something.

Wednesday night I went to bed at 10pm and didn't wake up until Andi crawled into bed with me at 7am. If she had not woken me up I would have slept right thru Lily's bus at 7:30am. I was thrilled! I haven't slept thru the night like that in a very long time. I am always woken up and can't go back to sleep.
So thinking I was starting some new circadian rhythm I went to sleep last night with some high expectations.
Then I was woken up by sweet nothings from my husband at 3am that sounded something like f#%$ing c*ck s*ucker then he rolls over loudly and huffmmps and sighs.
I sit up and ask "what is your problem?" he says "There is a f#$&ing mosquito in here! He bit my face, my left arm, my right ar......" I immediately interrupt him with "what does that have to do with me?" Ok maybe that wasn't very nice. Then I said, "Sorry, but God now I can't go back to sleep". And then we sat and watched Dr. 90210 from my Tivo list for the next hour. We both tossed and turned and didn't go back to sleep until close to 4:30am and then his alarm went off at 5:30am, he got up and went to work and then I went back to sleep and Andi came into my room at 5:55am. OMG! Kill me.
All I can say is thank God it is the weekend. Not that Andi naps or anything but I can at least rest. Andrew is going up north and the kids and I am just chilling. I am so freaking exhausted.
Oh and forget that whole I thought having a boy was keeping me immune to heart burn. That started last night. Sigh.
Oh one thing I am apparently immune to is mosquito bites. I lied there all comfy and the while Andrew was eaten alive.

It's a .....................

So let me just say one thing before the BIG reveal....

I want to share what this pregnancy is doing to me.

Last night I made this Bisquick meal I think the impossible cheeseburger pie one and everything went as planned. I don't see how it couldn't. I don't always cook like that, but I needed something easy that went with hamburger and that was what I choose. So time to pour in a can of cream of mushroom soup and I did. Well I thought I did. I was stirring and stirring and the consistency wasn't right and there were chunks. I was like what the hell are those chunks. Turned out they were potato's and while I am thinking why are there potatoes in my cream of mushroom soup the familiar smell told me I just poured clam chowder soup on my cooked hamburger and had no choice but to go with it. Well it was gross. One bite and I tossed it, yet I dished Andrew some and watched him eat it. He took a bite a made a little weird look. Then kept on eating. I said "isn't it gross?" and he said "it's fine" and then I told him of my mistake and he said "it's fine."

So except for as long as it isn't ground turkey Andrew, the rest of us gagged and fed it to the dogs, who by the way... liked it.

But this is all from the baby. I used to be semi bright. At least I would have before looked at the soup I grabbed from the pantry. Or maybe noticed a strong odor before pouring. Sigh.



Oh yeah, by the way... it is so a boy. Like big penis and all. I can't believe it. At first when they said that at 13 weeks I thought, maybe a boy and I was scared of the thought. But today after seeing him and watching him play with his penis I couldn't help but be a little proud of him and his little glory he was proud to play with. Dad is beaming and beyond himself and I am actually really liking the idea of our son. My son. He is already really cute too! My lips and dads penis.

Awesome combo!




And I know the 4 D stuff is a little creepy this early on, they have no fat, but this picture is pretty cute. He already knows gang signs.

Basically.... I suck

I just really haven't been much of a blogger these days. I haven't been sleeping well and it really affects my mood. I don't sit around and think that would be fun to blog about. So please bare with me. Check in every once in awhile, I promise to blog, but maybe not daily. Well definitely not daily.
Ultra sound is Tuesday and we will see if that really was a penis or something very unflattering on a little girl.
I'll post then!
Happy weekend!

Two cheers

Two cheers for September! Although it sure don't feel like fall here yet, at least Starbucks is in the spirit! They brought back pumpkin spice lattes! Woo hooo!

I posted a monster birthday post to Lily on her blog so I am done blogging for today.

The old man who swallowed a fly

So after an insistent husband talked me into driving 4 hours to Greer, just to drive 4 hours back 48 hours later we were in Greer on Saturday afternoon. It was cool and drizzling. Nice, maybe this is worth it. Andrew went right to work helping my dad put a wood ceiling in and the girls and I hung out with my mom watching TV and reading my weekly dose of US Weekly and People.
We decided against cooking and choose to eat out at a local restaurant in town. Best prime rib around! That's their slogan, but me and Ollie agree. That kid loves red meat! That is the baby's nickname, follow along please. So we pull up the the restaurant and realize Lily's wheelchair is in the house so we all get out and Andrew runs back to get it. While we are seated and waiting for Andrew, my dad is holding Lily on his lap in the meantime, we are looking at the menu and drinking our water. Well that is I started to when I saw there was a fly in it. I laughed and showed my dad, he saw it immediately and laughed, said you should have to pay extra for the protein. Show it to mom, she laughs. I push it away from me and grab an extra water and start drinking that one. The place was a mad house, Labor Day weekend, our waitress was overwhelmed and I had no need to tell her about the fly, we just left it alone. Then in walks Andrew. He puts Lily in her chair and sits in his chair and exhales. "Let's eat!"
So dinner goes on, the kids are being awesome, we all order drinks and dinner and the service is understandably slow. Some time goes by and I look over at Andrew and his water. It is half empty, yes I said it, empty not half full, I know it was the water that the fly was in since well frankly that is where I put the glass, in front of the seat he took. Oops. I exclaim "did you drink all that water!?" he looks dumbly at me and says, "yeah, I was thirsty." Andrew never drinks water unless he is forced, but I guess his beer took so long he drank his water. And why shouldn't he, I mean except for the fact the fly was in it! I immediately laughed out loud and said "you didn't look in it first?" "No, I was thirsty, why" he asks. I said "there was a fly in it!" He looks in his glass and there it was, still there in his glass. Laughter came over my entire body that I had no control over. Tears were flowing, air was missing and I really didn't know if I would ever come to my senses again. See I thought he didn't see a fly in his water, he never said anything he just looked at his cup and saw the fly, so I thought he drank it and for some reason that thought sent me over the edge. Hey it had been a tough week, I can't even tell you all that happened, just know that a little laughter was a cure. The rest of dinner I spent catching myself in laughing fits. I realized he didn't drink it when he handed it to the waitress. A half empty glass with a fly in it. That still makes me laugh as I write it. Although it was less funny when I realized he didn't drink the fly.
Then the rest of the weekend was every time Andrew saw a fly he'd ask if I'd like to see him drink it just so I could have a good laugh again.
There are a few stories in my life that I can't tell with out laughing and I am pretty sure this one just got added.
The rest of the trip was nice, rainy and wet. Me likey. We went to watch the boat races (match car size boats) on The Little Colorado River. My mom bought 40 boats and didn't win anything. She has awesome luck. Then we went to a community dinner and we got the experience of being the youngest in the room. I think my parents were the youngest besides us. At least they looked it! The kids were so bored they both fell asleep. If Andi falls asleep somewhere other than her bed that she is forced into and strapped down, well that doesn't say much about your function.
Back home and back to life.
But that story made my weekend. Hell, week... maybe month!

Rain drops

I'm sitting here in Greer, AZ. It is about 50 degrees outside and the rain is just coming down. It is mesmerizing. When you live where the sun shines about every day of the year and when it does rain it is usually when you're sleeping, well you just have this deep admiration for the rain.
I'm lazy. We are all in our pj's and although we were supposed to go watch the boat races in an hour, I think this is what our day will be spent doing.
Lily had three seizures yesterday and already started with one this morning. It really makes me want to spend the day in my pj's. I hate seizures.
Hope you are all doing what you want this Labor Day weekend.

"My Wife's Pregnant"

So this pregnancy is so far beyond different than my girls. I am constantly craving spicy, salty foods and so far no heartburn that plagued me from conception to delivery with both girls.

Interestingly enough on accident I tried a Mexican candy that Andi picked up at the store. We were at Target in Mesa and Mesa is also called Mesico so you can probably understand that with the Snickers there is candy from Mexico called Lucas. The candy is in a cute little bottle and is purple so Andi was attracted to it, until she tried it. It is a sweet sucker that dips into salt and chili pepper. She took one lick and gagged and looked at me and said "I don't like that!" So I said "let me see", took a lick and made a face. Took another lick and made another face. Paused for awhile. Dipped it in and took another lick and before I knew it, it was gone. I still was unsure if I indeed liked it or not, but bought some more in Mexico. Finished those and got another at Target in Mesa (only in Mesa Target you can find it). I am still not sure if I "like" the candy, but my mouth waters when I think about it and I sure eat it a lot of it. And this is even after I threw it up last week. I think a bratwurst I ate didn't agree with me and I was sitting and watching tv eating my Lucas and I have to run to the bathroom and damn if it doesn't hurt to throw up chili powder and salt!

Anyway, I have a point (somewhere) last night I was exhausted, had a bad day and needed a nap so Andrew went to the gym and took Andi with him. When they returned he and Andi had ice cream and he threw me a paper bag and I opened it up and look what I found.

This isn't from Costco either, this is from a store called Water and Ice and he bought each of those individually. He said when he got to the check out counter he just said "my wife is pregnant" and they guy laughed.

So that is really saying something that Andrew knew that I could care less about the ice cream and wanted this crazy stuff..... I must be growing a penis in there.....

2 weeks until the actual u/s to tell us for sure, but I would be shocked if this wasn't a boy, plus I am really starting to like the idea of a son. All was well at my apt. the whale shark apparently had no effect on the little one and I get to deliver at the hospital I wanted to, but my Dr. didn't deliver there, but now does. Yeah! Andrew may actually have a place to sleep at this hospital. Not that I really care about his comfort after having a child ripped from my insides, but hey if someone is comfortable, well that is better than none.

Viva Mexico

Logic and me and two peas in a pod, that’s how I work, if it makes sense then great. I am not much of a dreamer and I get accused of being pessimistic by “those” optimists that don’t really understand that logical and pessimistic are two different things. I don’t get on a plane thinking it will crash, but I do get on a plane knowing that the odds are low but the plane could crash. There is a big difference. Hear that hunny? There is a difference.
So when I find myself out in the ocean on a small ski boat going in circles looking for a shark to jump in the water with my logic is saying, hey we don’t do stuff like that. You see a shark; you stay in that boat and go to the shore. But no that is not how it went on Friday, August 15th 2008 in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico.
We got to Cancun on Thursday, safe and sound. We stood in line for what seemed forever in customs and then walked thru the chaos of people selling time shares and found our shuttle. Took a deep breath of that fresh ocean air and got on our shuttle and rode the hour ride to our resort in Playa Del Carmen. We get there and immediately there are issues. They have no record of my mom’s reservation. Oh let me go back. I have been friends with the bride since I was in the 2nd grade. We went to the same church and our mom’s were friends. So my family was all invited to the wedding but since not everyone wanted to fork over the money to go it ended up just being Andrew and me, and my mom and my niece, Ariel (17). Ariel knew the brides younger sister so that is why my mom brought Ariel. Ok so back to the story. They had no record of my mom’s reservation and we were in line I am pretty sure for 30-45 min getting situated. We ran into the groom who said that their wedding planner skipped town and the resort had no record of there even being a wedding on Saturday. That was a huge mess and I just felt so bad for them. I guess it was a fighting match up until the minute she walked down the gorgeous beach aisle. But that is their story to tell. I was not involved in the wedding at all and the details I don’t know. I just felt really really bad for them and pray to God they were able to relax after the wedding. They did get a great room though out of the deal, not that they shouldn’t have had one for bringing 30 guest to their hotel, but again, their story to tell. Not mine.
So only having Friday to do something we all had to decide on an excursion and for some reason my hell no vote really made no influence on the tour that picked us up at 5:50AM (on VACATION) and to take us on a two hour drive to Cancun (had to pick up strangers along the way) to get on a boat and get off the boat and voluntarily hop in the water with a freaking shark. Whale shark to be exact and they aren’t exactly meat eaters with those big scary teeth, but c’mon I don’t like to hang around pit bulls, even if the owner says they are sweet, it is still a pit bull that will eat my face off. His name is shark, ok.
But that is where I found myself on Friday, in the middle of the ocean looking for a shark. I asked Andrew, “How are we going to see a shark out here?” he says “their dorsal fins are 6 feet tall; you think you will miss that? Yikes! So Andrew to the rescue he sees the sharks first and there isn’t just one, but 4 sharks out there. You can see their dorsal fin and their tails sticking out. It really was awesome to see, from the boat. My stomach dropped and I started silently panicking. Andrew being a gentlemen and myself being scared to freaking death we were the last to go. They sent us in pairs with a guide and everyone managed to do it safely. Then it was our turn. We jump off the boat and swim as fast as we can to catch up with the big fella. I was right behind Andrew and got smoked in the face and stopped swimming. Then I went to the side of him and when I caught up with the big guy he dove down deep beyond our field of depth. But I saw him. I swam near him and I was totally satisfied. Andrew, well not so much.
We got back on the boat and everyone got to go again, well only two couples wanted to do it again and since my mom and I didn’t, Andrew and Ariel went back out two more times. For some reason after most of us got out of the water we were all of a sudden really sick. There were 5 of us out of 10 who were really sick. I saw two people puke overboard. I didn’t, but wanted too. They didn’t feed us like we were promised by the sales dude until lunch, but we were told we would get breakfast and lunch. I don’t know if it was lack of food, or sitting there rocking while others swam, whatever it was it was not fun and we just wanted out of there. I am glad Andrew and Ariel had fun and Andrew although was told not to, he touched the big guy… don’t tell.
They finally fed us sandwiches and took us to a reef where we snorkeled. That was fun and more my pace. Little fish and rocks. While we snorkeled they made ceviche and let me tell you, that was worth the whole day! It was awesome. We all sat, us 10 strangers, and ate ceviche and talked. We got to meet some very interesting people and all in all it was a pretty cool day. I can guarantee it is something I will never do again so although I am not sure I can say I am glad I did it. I can say it was an interesting experience. I did tell my mom though, next time she wants to spend $200 on me, let’s make it some shoes.
We didn’t get back to our hotel until 4:30 pm and we were ravished! It was an all inclusive resort so we sat and ate at a buffet and when we got back to our room my mom realized she didn’t have her wallet. Sigh. Thank God Eric Estrada look alike tour guide was trying to track her down while we were sitting and eating and finally got a hold of us in our room (my mom’s key was in her wallet so they couldn’t get in her room) and he returned it. In Mexico you loose your wallet what are the odds of getting it back? So we went back to our rooms, napped and met up with the wedding party and friends for a 9pm dinner.
Saturday we got up, ate breakfast and went shopping in down town Playa Del Carmen. It was really cool down there. A little expensive since they knew we were all tourist, but for someone who hates to bargain I did ok. I got a guy down of two dresses for the girls and when I went to get a necklace I asked a guy how much he said 120 pecos, then another guy working there told me he’d give me a deal and sell it to me for 250 pecos since Andrew bought two Cubans from him (Andrew SUCKS at bargaining!), I looked at him and said “Your amigo just told me 120!” He said “Ok he’s the boss”. What a scammer! 120 pecos is about $12 and the necklace was worth it. I probably could have gotten it for $10, but I just paid the 120. After that we sat at the fun bar with the swings that I mentioned in the previous post that my mom was acting silly and told the foreigners that she was from “here” meaning Mexico, although that was not what she meant. That was really funny. Then we ate some lunch and went to Walmart and got a cab back. We rested at the beach for an hour or so. Andrew hopped in the ocean with what in his pocket? His cell phone! The only person with a phone with service there and blub, blub, blub went that. Well it was a little more zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, ccccccccccccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkk….. And Andrew was like this &@#*&@!^#&!^@#&!^#^!@&$#$*@#@^$&#$@%#!!!!
Good times.
Then we went back to shower and went to the wedding. You’d never know there were problems with the whole thing if you weren’t told about them. It was beautiful and romantic and the guy who was on his honeymoon with his wife from Boston who officiated, well he was great! He really should get into that business. Still more of that crazy wedding tale that is not really my story to tell, I think my friend, the bride, needs her own blog just to tell the whole story! Hint, hint!
So after that we pretty much went to bed and woke up on Sunday and ate breakfast and spent a couple hours on the beach. I really could have had one more day that was just spent on the beach, but oh well… what can you do? Are beach vacations ever long enough?
Went home and was thrilled to see the girls.
I’ve got pictures on Flickr.
I spared my whole vent on the resort. There are many, but not worth my complaining. It was Mexico, going on Mexico time and it was all inclusive with gratuity included, I think had gratuity not been included we would have had a much more eager wait staff and well just staff period to help out. Money talks and if you want good service unfortunately you really have to pay for it.
So there you go. I think I am on page 3 on word…. I’m sure most of you will skim over this and that’s ok, I can’t even read it back to proof read, too ADD, it took me too long to write! I hope spell check did her job well.

Too much work to post

I really can't post in detail today about our trip, I don't want to rush through, I want you all to share in the entire experience minute by minute, so in the meantime I will share a funny my mom did.
We are out shopping the marts and came upon a bar that had actual swings ilo bar stools, of course we were all over that and had to sit down. Mom and Andrew had an alcoholic beverage while my niece Ariel and I enjoyed a cool soda. While sitting there we were laughing at my mom b/c she wasn't quite understanding our bartenders directions to Walmart. Yes Ariel wanted some Mexican candy and apparently only Walmart had it. So a couple across from us is giggling at our exchange and whatever, it was funny. So a little later mom asks this young couple, or siblings, I don't know all white people look alike, where they were from and they said Sweden. They of course politely asked the same question back and my mom says "here". I just laughed so hard, mom corrected herself, but I had already lost it and called her Senora and just made fun of the whole thing and wouldn't you know it the couple across from us, from the US got quite a kick out of it all as well. She said here, we were in Mexico, get it? Funny? Maybe you had to be there....

What to say....

I am in a bit of a block. We are leaving tomorrow for the wedding in Playa del Carmen (Cancun).
I am excited, but I am nervous as well. It is far away. I am not great with geography and just booked the trip thinking Mexico is a two hour flight at the most. I mean we live in AZ, Mexico is a 3 hour drive. I had no idea Cancun was so far away! Plus a little nervous about hurricanes and Andrew and I both being gone and on the same plane.... sigh.... I am a bit of a worry wart.
Money is really tight right now and I can't help but think this is the last thing we need to do before baby comes, but then again, it is already paid for and the place is all inclusive, if we didn't go we'd just be out $$ and sitting on our butts.
I love my friend getting married and her fiance is a really cool guy! I really can't wait to see them get married, I know she has waited a long time for this and so deserves this!
I am just worried. I worry about my mother in law getting around town with the kids, she is not from here. I know she is totally competent, I just worry. Lily is having a seizure or two a day.. so I worry.
Sigh....
I took a yoga class on Monday night and being a little bit competitive I tried every advance pose (of course within caution of the belly) but ooohhh I am sore in places I didn't know could be sore.
I am going again tonight, I hadn't slept like that in ages! This time Kibberts is joining me and I can't wait to have a buddy this time around. Everything is more fun with a friend.
Please say a little prayer for me.... "Say a little prayer for you" or of course for your heathens send me good vibes, comforting vibes. And safe plane ride vibes... our kids need us! Oh and no shark attacks, well they can attack Andrew, just not me... oh and no horrible hurricanes... oh and maybe for my friend a sunny wedding day.....
I know I am a cluster F of crap today, but that is what my brain goes through every night.

Go USA!!!!

Tisk Tisk

Bad blogger, go to your room.

Out of her mouth

I was in the bathroom with Andi and I had just finished dinner and I was astonished at how big my stomach is already and I said to Andi "if I keep growing at this rate I will be HUGE come January!" and she said "yeah and then you will look like daddy!"
LOL

Have a good weekend

Where does she get it from???

As I sit her really needing too poo and being put on hold for let's see um 15, now 25 minutes trying to schedule a Dr. apt, I will post.

Andi is a goofy child. I have been told by a woman, mother to 5 and grandmother to I don't know, 10, that she has never met a child like Andi. I thought, wow, this woman knows kids and Andi is odd, even to her. She has always been odd to us, but this is why I am saying this today.

The camera. I have it out a lot and Andi always says "take a picture of me like this mama!" "Take a picture of me like this!" So I do. But we were at the pool last Thursday and the sun was bright and I wanted a cute summertime close up and this is how it went...

I laugh and shake my head and we continue to swim. Then I ask Andrew to take my first belly picture, 13 weeks, and this is how it went.

Andrew shakes his head and says "I wonder where she gets it from".

Oops. Apple. Tree.

That's a large almost 13 week belly folks. It's gonna be a long 27 weeks folks.

My Man

Not only is he good in the sack.... look at what he did to Andi's room



This was our media room, she has not really had a room. She had a nursery then that room was a media room (hence the large tv that will NOT stay in there, she will get a much smaller one, but she will have a tv.... save your judgments for someone else) her bed was in Lily's room but they can't really share a room since Lily is up through the night and a little noisy, so she was either in our room or mostly on the couch... again save it.... so anyway Andrew decided on those colors and the antique green. I think it looks awesome and it just took 3 books last night read to her and then she watched Finding Nemo and was out. All night in her room. We gave her the queen bed that was in storage so when Grandma comes to visit they can share a bed. It made the most sense. So waaallaaaa... Lily's room is this weekend.... can you guess we are having company next week?

Driving with Me

We took the kids up north this weekend for some fun creek swimming and some relaxing. We had a great time and two friends of Andrews came with their girlfriends. We all had a real great time. I was very grateful to his friends who were so willing to make sure Lily was able to enjoy the fun as well as the rest of us. They all worked together to get her and her wheelchair down the mountains and into a nice soft beachy spot. It was really sweet to see these guys holding Lily and doing what they could to keep her included.
On the way back home Andrew and I were discussing our trip to Cancun coming up Thursday the 14th. I have mentioned it a few times, we are going for a good friends wedding. Well it is an all inclusive vacation except for excursions of course, so we were discussing ones we'd like to do. Andrew has this obsession with sharks thanks to the Discovery Channel and he says you can swim with sharks in Cancun, well I found online you can swim with whale sharks and they are pretty harmless and it is a snorkeling adventure, not scuba so I said maybe I would do it, but I said it very hesitantly. He says why are you so scared they are harmless they don't bite, and I said well even if they can't bite me, I am pretty sure they can push me pretty far! He knows I am the most cautious human on the planet so why does he even bother with these conversations with me. I said I would snorkel b/c the difference with snorkeling and scuba (besides the whole panicking under water thing and trying to scream which isn't good with an oxygen tank in your mouth, but that is a whole different story I will save for never) but the difference is if I get freaked out while snorkeling I can always pop my head up and pretend I never saw anything and if I don't see you, you don't exists (probably also why I get in trouble on my blog) and with scuba if I see you and I can't go anywhere to hide, well that is when I get in trouble.
So after that long winded conversation that I am sure just overly exhausted my husband, I ended it with this "you know my favorite excursion that I love the most? The one where you lie down and put your face in a round circle and they rub you, I like that one".

He loves me.

Oh and I saw Mama Mia again this weekend. I think it is borderline obsession and I think Andrew is getting nervous with his son in my stomach hearing Abba all day long. He might as well prepare for a son on Broadway because if I have anything to do with raising this young lad, it will be a lot of music and dancing and arts and crafts. Deal with it!