'Twas a loooong weekend.
I did a lot of chores. Chores that pregnant women don't usually do. That's why I'm not posting the pictures Marc took of me while I was on the ladder!
The major home-sprucing event began on Sunday morning with a trip to the dump. We dumped an old sofa, a disgusting trash can that the previous owners left behind and a few pieces too large to hide in big black trash bags. What?
Then, we went and bought a grill box for the cats to play in. And you too can have a big box, for a mere three hundred dollars. The pets? I'm telling 'ya! They LUV it.
Me? I just got this bad boy:
Hines likes it too because there is more opportunity for yummy things to fall into his world.
Our new Weber Performer is like having a kitchen outside. For some reason it is very satisfying to cook over open fire. Marc bought me the grill and I will cook him lots of meat. That's our deal. And it works for us.
We woke up Monday morning all rested and Marc began complaining that all of our house projects are for me. So, being the good wife husband that I am, I dragged him to Home Depot for supplies to accomplish this:
And then when I was finished, I did this:
The flag pole? I mounted it. Screws into the mortar. I'm tough, eh?
It is September. The time of year that brings the start of school and the end of summer and more darkness and long nights. I love the fall and I hate HATE the heat and humidity, especailly now, twenty-five eight pounds heavier than ever before, but I am still sad that summer is over. I don't like the change and I don't accept it well. Perhaps it would be easier if I knew exactly when it was coming, not, sometime between now and November. Know what I mean? I am loving these cool nights we are having, when you can open the windows and breathe that fresh crisp air.
I'm excited to not get so damn hot and to be able to walk outside and breath the cool air. I excited for the changing leaves and for being in my house for one full year, and for the holidays coming up. Oh, and I'm probably going to have a baby in December. Probably. Unless he gets too comfortable and decides to forgo the tax deduction that we get if he appears before the ball drops at midnight on the 31st. Shall we tell him that the deducted cash will go directly to his college fund? No? Too soon for the Jewish college fund guilt?
And the best addition to the house, in my opinion, is this, the very beginning of a nursery, a room that will bring me much anticipated joy, later this year:
It gets better ... just this morning I found this, Gromit asleep in the crib and Hines asleep in the carseat.
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