Flashback Friday

Last March, I looked like this:

I was 30 weeks pregnant. My face was getting round, my belly was getting round and my thighs were becoming thunderous. But the great thing about pregnancy is that by this point your belly is so big you aren't even aware that you have thighs, let alone feet. I was hot all the time, had to have assistance to put on my shoes, and forget about sleeping comfortably. A lot has happened in one year.

This March, we are the proud parents of THIS ROCKIN' LITTLE BOY:

He makes us laugh and smile constantly with the silly things he does and faces he makes. We love him more every day. He melts my heart every time he snuggles his little head into my shoulder or pats my face with his chubby little hand. He was worth every bloated, hormonal minute.

Out with the old

We have decided to redo all of the flooring in the living room, dining room and entry way of our house. Believe me, it REALLY needs it. REALLY. Its in bad shape and pretty ugly thanks to the fact that its been around since circa 1963. If you still don't believe me, here are the pictures to prove it.

Oh, and this is Sam. He'll be your tour guide today. Starting with the disgusting flagstone flooring in our entry. Its chipped, the grout is dirty and its just plain fug. Behind him you can see the worn out laminate flooring in the kitchen. It used to be white. Now its dingy gray. To his left is our fab new berber carpeting for the bedrooms and hallway.

See? We just love this carpet. So far we haven't even had to vacuum it. It hides everything. Just kidding about the vacuuming. Ignore the beat up trim and doors, that is a whole other project.

These next two pics show the current kitchen and dining room flooring.


Today we happened to find a tile that we loved at Menard's on sale, so we bought it. And now we have 18 boxes of "Castille Mocha" porcelain tile in our basement. I can't wait to redo the floors! Well, let me rephrase that, I can't wait for Pedro to redo our floors.

And in case you couldn't tell. It was made in the USA. We're doing our part to stimulate the economy.

As a bonus, we decided to look for a new light for the dining room. Our old one is HIDEOUS. Here it is laying on our garage floor looking pretty pathetic. Kevin stopped by to help unload tile and he and Pedro decided to swap out the lights. I ran to the hardware store with Sam to get light bulbs and by the time I got home Kevin and Pedro had already dismantled it before I could get a photo.


In case, you didn't notice it in the picture of our dining room earlier, here is our new light. The guys got it in so quickly. I don't know what we would do without Kevin around. With his help, Pedro is becoming an expert handyman.


Anyways, we love our new tile and dining room light. We'll keep you updated with the progress on the house. We have plenty of projects. Trust me.

Baby's First Burger

Samson was very interested in our burgers yesterday night at dinner. He tried to take a bite out of them a couple of times, but as soon as he would get a wiff of the onion, he would pull back with a disgusted look on his face. He also ate his very first french frie, but I didn't get any pictures of that.

Weekend Highlights.

Little man gets cuter every day.

This old horse

I love this "old" rocking horse. My Uncle John made this for me. When I was cleaning it up and getting it ready for Sam's room, I turned it over and saw "X-Mas '82" etched into the wood on the bottom. Its hard to believe my rocking horse is 27 years old and being used by the next generation. Despite the freaked out look and lack of smile, Sam really likes the rocking horse. I couldn't seem to catch any of his smiles or laughs on camera. (And don't worry, Pedro and I were standing there the whole time within arms reach to make sure he wouldn't fall off.) It also looks great with his bedroom furniture.

P.S. His room is a very soft green. It always looks white in pictures.

Daddy Time

What is it about men, recliners and remotes? Sam was happy as a clam sitting in the recliner with Daddy watching TV. And I'm pretty sure they were watching something on PBS or the Discovery Channel. I think it was a documentary about sharks. Both Sam and Pedro were fascinated by it. Sure, the discovery channel is interesting, but men get SO into it.

This picture is from about 2 months ago and Sam is much skinnier now. All the climbing, crawling and "walking" has really thinned him out. He looks more like a little boy and less like a chunky monkey. There is no way that he would ever sit still for this long anymore. He is keeping me on my toes. I'm pretty exhausted by the end of the day, but its all fun. For example, last week, he pulled himself up on the toilet and put his hand in it. Ick! We have to be vigilant about keeping the lid down at ALL times. He is trying hard to figure out how to push down the flush mechanism. Thankfully he hasn't discovered the joys of toilet paper yet. I have a feeling that isn't far off though?

Then on Monday, he pulled himself up on a little tray table we keep by the back door. It is usually home to wallets, purses, keys, mail and Sam's fav--the baby monitor. For some reason he is obssessed with them. He makes a bee line for the baby monitor in our bedroom every chance he gets. He will take off down the hall and go right for it EVERY time. I don't get it. Anyways, back to the table. He pulled himself up on the table to get to the baby monitor. My back was turned--of course. I think I was folding laundry. All of the sudden, I heard a huge crash. He had pulled the entire table and all of its contents onto himself. Luckily, the table isn't heavy and it comes apart, so no one was hurt. But it served as a reminder that I can't turn my back for even a second. Even when I'm in the same room with him and only two feet away. As soon as I picked him up, gave him some hugs and comforted him, he wanted to get back down so that he could crawl right back to the table AGAIN. BOYS! Its never a dull moment.

Another thing, I've taken everything off all of our end tables, but the other day he was trying to pull the lamp off the table. He had it by the cord and was trying to crawl away with it? Am I supposed to get rid of the lamps too? What's next?

Flashback Friday(I know its Tuesday, the weekend got away from me.)

These pictures make me laugh. I think Sam looks like a little rapper. If he could talk I think he would say "Yo, word to my homie" or something like that.