Dear C

Dear C,

Where has the time gone?! A couple weeks ago you turned 9 months old and I'm still trying to figure out how that happened. You are still the happiest baby I have ever known. You love everyone and everyone loves you...I never get tired of people stopping to talk to you or compliment your beautiful red hair and cute chunky legs. Already I can see that you have a special soul, an inner light that cheers all who meet you.

Your red hair is perfection.

 
You love to talk to and flirt with people at church and at the store. In fact you talk almost non-stop! It cracks me up! You still love your grammy and Aunt Carly, Auntie Abbie and April (who we call Aunty Apey). You are finally warming up to Grandma and Grandpa Reid.

You still love to see other children and babies, although you aren't usually sure what you are supposed to do with them when playing. I need to find someone with a baby close to your age so you can have play dates...if you weren't so naturally social I would worry that you weren't getting enough socialization!

You aren't walking yet, and even though I thought at one time that you would definitely be walking by ten months, now I'm not so sure. You can stand on your own for at least 8 seconds, but you don't like taking steps unless we are holding your hands. That is really okay with me because you already zip around pretty darn fast while you crawl, and you are an old pro at walking along furniture. You also really enjoy your walker, but you have a knack for ramming it into my ankles (ouch!). You especially like to walk to the back door to look for the "dah" or "dahdee" (dog and doggy), and while I'm cooking you like to stand behind me and wave to the baby you see in the reflection of the dishwasher (this cracks me up every. single. time.)

Memorial Day at the Sheens...you were most excited about the doggies!

Trying to get a good look at Char.

Your tooth is just adorable!

Your favorite things are applejuice, going for walks in your stroller, Pokey and your "datd" (daddy). You love to sit under the piano at Grammy's house while Uncle Logan plays. You like when Auntie Abbie chases you and you love to chase Aunt Carly's cats while you are in your walker. You love to eat you solids and get frustrated with the bottle because you want to hurry and finish so you can sit back up and look around.

You love your Daddy!

At your 9 months checkup you weighed in at 22 pounds (75th percentile) and 31 inches (97th percentile still!) so I think you are going through a growth spurt! This is the first checkup where you were in a lower weight percentile than your height percentile. You are a tall, tall girl though. You are growing out of 18 month sizes and you're into 24 month clothes, and you even have a couple pairs of 2T shorts! You also have two teeth that have popped through on the bottom in the last 4 weeks. Grammy thinks you have another making its way through on top but I can't see or feel them yet.

I'm so excited to see what the next month brings. You are growing up so fast and you are looking less and less like my baby and more like my little girl every day. Happy 9 months C!

Love,
Mommy

Floored

Over this past weekend (Sunday morning through Tuesday morning for us) we finally took the plunge and started laying our laminate flooring. And we. were. stoked.

And then we started laying the floors and it became almost immediately apparent that what we thought would be a super-easy home improvement project was considerably more tricky than we anticipated. I distinctly remember the phrase "we should be able to knock this out in a two or three hours max!" being uttered. Hah. Famous last words, right?

61 boxes equaling just over 1200 square feet. Yeesh.

Yeah, and he's alllll mine.

Before. So very very gross.

Getting rid of the gross.

Lucky us, in the interim this is what our living room looks like. So chic, right?

And done! All installed, floors swept and cleaned and GORGEOUS!

We only put the laminate down in the master bedroom and closet for now and it gave us a chance to work out the kinks and establish a good system for getting this stuff down. Mostly our system consisted of Gary laying the floor while I directed. Shocker, right? Although to be fair I did do a lot of the "demo" while Gary was off making room in the garage for the carpet to sit. 

Now that the floor is in we have new baseboard to install, the walls to paint (yeah...should have done that first) and furniture to move in. And because I don't have enough on our to-do list I decided to tweak our bed and add on a proper headboard. And then paint it. And then we have to put the flooring down in the rest of the house. But at least we don't have school starting again next week.

Oh wait....

Daily Dose of C

Warning: Gratuitous Number of Pictures of C Ahead!

C loves to "help" me by pulling out all of her toys and clothes that I just put away.

Dusty floors, dirty windows...but who cares when there are doggies to look at outside?

C just can't get enough of looking out of this window...at the cinderblock wall outside.

She likes the tactile quality of books, but has no patience for sitting in my lap while I read to her from one.

Drooly chins= new tooth on the way.

On her way to walking!

And because I just can't help it...how perfectly does her cloth diaper match her little dress?!

The only thing better than playing with Daddy is playing with Daddy and his cell phone.

Not the most flattering picture but it does show off her one tooth...since this was taken last week she had a second bottom tooth come through!

You Can't See Me If I Can't See You!

Ready for a quick round of "Where's C"?

Hmmm...where could she be hiding?

Ah ha! Found you!

(nevermind the ragamuffin hair and crazy jammies...it was a lazy morning at home)

I dare you to find a cuter baby. I DARE YOU!!!!

Let there be light!

Gary and I have this list of everything we want to do to our house before we sell it and move on. It's our "put sweat equity into this place but also love what we end up with in case we get stuck here for 10 years intstead of 5" list. And this list is like eight pages long. Yikes.

But last week we got to cross off two of those items. One was the hot tub, and the second item was replacing the builder-grade track lighting in our kitchen with some pendant lights. You guys, I can't even tell you how happy I was to have this done. See, we have our stuff listed in a general order of priority so we know where to put our money first, and lighting was so far down on the list it wasn't even funny. But when Jordan and Trevor took the hot tub out, Trevor very generously offered to pay the electrician (who was already tying up the electric lines to the now-absent hot tub) to do some extra work on our house. Um, ok!

See the old lights there at the tippy-top? So gross.

Excuse the general mess and the sheet on the island. This was right after installation! So in love.

Stainless steel echoes the nickel hardware on the cabinets (and the someday hopefully stainless steel appliances!)

The lights are from Ikea, and though they aren't on the website they should be in your local store if you are interested, and the best part is that they are only $30 a pop! I looked around the interweb and not even HD or Lowes had something comparable at that price point. Sweet. They add just the right touch of outdoorsy-industrialness to the kitchen and my ONLY complaint is that the halogen light bulbs in them are waaaay too bright. I just need to track down some nice warm, soft CFLs and they will be complete perfection.

Up next in the kitchen? Butcherblock countertops and a white subway tile backsplash!

Hot Tub, Hot Mess

So for those of you who followed my last blog or who have been to our home, you may recall that a large portion of our *very* modest yard was dedicated to one very large hot tub. One very large, very nice hot tub. That we used once.

I really think that we would have used it more except that by the time it was cool enough to get in, I was pregnant and told that hot tubbing was a no-go plus, to be perfectly honest, I am not really a hot-tubbing kind of girl. It just smacks of communal bath to me, and that? That totally skeeves me out. Also there is the whole kid-safety issue...so. It had to go.

About a month or so ago I mentioned to my brother that he and his significant other should totally take it and that if they paid for an electrician to tie off the power to the behemoth, it was all his. Honestly though, I seriously didn't think they would take me up on my offer. But they did. I was floored. And ecstatic. See, they are super social. They will use it. This crazy-nice hot tub deserves a home like theirs. I'm so happy for the three of them. 

There really isn't much to say about seeing it go except this:
a) The slogan for the crane company? "We Get It Up Fast Every Time"  I. Love. This. Seriously hilarious. Especially because the owner is like a thousand years old. And super nice, in a grandfatherly way.
b) We all gathered outside to watch the crane lift the hot tub out of our yard like total nerds. I'm pretty sure that the kids next door were out watching too, but Gary was more excited and impressed than any of them. It's the manchild within.
c) Underneath the hot tub was a perfectly GORGEOUS slab just begging us to build a playhouse on top of it. Be patient sweet slab, your time will come.

Going...

going...

gone!

No Time Like the Present

I am so very, very behind on blogging. For reals.

School and finals wrapped up the second week of May and things around the house have been non-stop ever since. Gary had a week off right after school let out and we spent some time working around the house and even went out on a totally legit, 100% real grown-up date. Like, there was dinner and everything! So fancy. Then he used the second half of his week off on a boys-only weekend in California with his brother and brother-in-law while I stayed home, spent an evening talking shop and cutting out a quilt with my sister Amy, did what felt like too much yard work and generally tried to maintain my sanity while I had C for an ENTIRE weekend by myself. We both survived AND I got a little bit of a tan, so I'm going to call is a huge success.

Unfortunately, the last several weeks (months?) of school we were both too pooped to cook (or apparently to choose subway over Mcdonalds) and we ate waaaaay too much fast food. Needless to say, I've put on a bit of weight. Well, even more weight...I'm working on it people. Just so you know, I'm not too keen on being photographed in all of my Ruebenesque glory, so for now the blog updates will focus on what's happening around the house and on my increasingly adorable baby. Trust me, you're totally winning in this scenario.

And so, let the marathon of posts commence!