It's not a magic eight ball so don't touch!

I am behind on blogging again, but whatever.

So last weekend I was in a department store looking at sunglasses when the elder sales associate came over and said, "Can I help you" I came back with my usual sassy remark "Nope we are beyond help" (and patted my stomach, which of course I should have even done). Her eyes lit up like a little kid at Christmas and she pulled out her paper thin scary hands and grabbed my belly. "Oh, now when are you due?" "September" *sigh*. Then I got the usual response. Her eyes got big and a look of complete sympathy came across her face. "Oh, well, uh, um, it IS almost June, so you really don't have That far to go."

Yeah, nice cover Granny, I am huge, I waddle, and now you made me feel like my stomach is a magic eight ball. Have a nice day.

Memorial Day Weekend

Goober loving his Auntie Kelly

Both of them putting on their Cheese Faces!

Auntie Kelly came for a long weekend to help me get my house in order for the summer and more importantly to spend some quality time with Goober. We had a wonderful time. Kelly was our first guest here in Whitehall, so I got to show her all the important sights. The gas station, KFC and the coffee shop.

Of course any visit with Kelly includes some major shopping time. Which I found I had missed shopping with someone else so much. Of course Montana shopping can't even compare to Minnesota shopping, luckily I will get to do that soon.

We worked endlessly on my basement and Olivia's room. It was a marathon, but it was worth it.

Today Auntie Kelly left to drive back to Minnesota with Goober with her. She is a brave soul driving across country with a 2 year old. Goober is staying with Grandma and Grandpa and Kelly for a week and a half until I come to Minnesota to do appointments for Adam and to pick up the Iz for the summer. I already miss him, but he will get to spend some time with Jeremy's family and I know he is in for some adventures.

Finding a church

Jeremy and I were both blessed to grow up in Parishes that were exactly what we needed. I grew up ELCA that was traditional, we had Psalms sung and a beautiful organ that echoed throughout the church.

Since leaving Minnesota over a year ago I have really struggled to find a new church. Either it is too liberal or too conservative. Not enough kids or no kids programing. At first I was adamant to stay with in the Lutheran or Methodist ideologies, but I am now venturing out and exploring other options. I am finding that my belief system doesn't fit into what each church stands for. How much does a person bend? What beliefs are able to be altered? Do I attend a church just because it has a great kids program or do I attend a dying congregation because it better matches my beliefs.

"Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another--and all the more as you see the Day approaching." - Hebrews 10: 24-25

First Real Day of Summer

Yesterday was the first extremely warm day of the year. We hit 91 degrees with no wind. It was gorgeous. Goober and I spent most of the day playing outside. By the time it was bedtime Goober didn't even make a peep when I put him down.

We started our lunch out sitting at the picnic table.

That quickly led to having lunch ON the picnic table!

The Almost Perfect Day....

I have been reflecting upon today, and decided that it is one of those days that I will remember forever and how I wish that my little 2 year old would be able to.

We planted flowers, and looked at bugs, horses, butterflies. We traveled to a greenhouse and saw so many flowers we didn't know what to do. Adam helped me plant flowers, of course that meant I gave him broken flowers and he would dig a hole and shove it into it. I taught him how to wave to people and say Hi.

We managed to have a water fight as I was watering the flowers. Then I got to spray water as Adam would climb under the water and laugh. We ended our day with KFC for a treat, and a ride around town listen to classic country as I told Adam about Ommi and spending my summers at the lake swimming and listening to this kind of music. Now it is time for a bath and then off to snuggle.

You ask why isn't today perfect. First DH left for New Mexico today and Adam won't see him for a month. Second, I forgot to take a single picture during all of our adventures!

Oh well, I guess I will have another almost perfect day and maybe I'll remember to take a picture or two!

It is days like this that make you smile.

Olivia's room...the beginning

I was determined not to show any pictures of O's room until it was done, but I just finished putting her new crib together and thought people might appreciate how cute it is.


I should interject that the highly intellectual individuals Jeremy and I are, we managed to loose some critical parts to our old crib. I went crib part shopping today and didn't find a replacement piece that would do, so shucks I just had to go shopping! Of course this beautiful crib and dresser (which I pick up tomorrow) wouldn't be possible with out the nice early Christmas present from Grandma Diane. Thanks Grandma!

For the love of Oswald

My son never stops. He is either playing talking or running. Except for one hour a day when Oswald comes on Noggin. He actually reminds me to turn the station if we don't have it on!

This my typical 9 am hour...which equal peace and quiet for mommie

The verge of potty training...you think!

Last night Goober took it upon himself to call me into his room at 3 am. The conversation went as such:

Me: Goober are you ok

Goober: Stinky, Icky, Potty, Off! (now repeat this is very aggravated manner)

Me: Your diaper is just find (I do the usual squeeze test)

Goober: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Me: Ok I'll change you (I do so)

Goober: Otay

Then he is asleep before I get out of his door...I guess it is time to try again. =)

It's a Girl! And the day that followed.

She actually split her legs so we had a clean view of what was in between. It made me hope that this was not a sign of what was to come!
The ultrasound tech liked us so much she gave us 3D shots for free!

The ultrasound was actually the low point of Friday.

After my ultrasound appointment I went in for my monthly check to find out that my ultrasound showed Olivia to be at about 22 weeks and my stomach is measuring at about 24 weeks! Mind you I am only 21 weeks along, so all signs are pointing to me having another BIG BABY!

After my appointment I was forced to go to Wal-mart, which its self usually sucks, but on a Friday afternoon, it is beyond sucking. I picked out my paint samples and Frank The Felon, who I believe was getting high on the fumes, managed to break the printer and then tell I would have to wait for the order to be filled.

So I went to do some other shopping. Unannounced to me it was officially "Wheel Chair Day" at Wal-mart. Of course these people had not passed wheelchair safety and probably were too old to be licenced as real drivers. As I was trying to dodge head and rear end collisions, it occurred to me that you can't say "excuse me" to someone in a wheelchair, it just seems rude. Why is it that way. I mean it someone is hogging a walk way I should be able to ask them to move and not feel like I am the most insensitive dork on earth.

Anyway, I made it back to Frank and he still hadn't filled my order, so I bucked up and asked for him to please just write my order because I was in a hurry. I truly believed at that point that he was either going to shot or stab me. At last my order was complete. I managed to dodge 15 more wheelchairs and check out. By now I was about 2o minutes behind schedule.

I decided to take the back way home thinking I would be able to speed and make up some time. Oh, no, not me. Apparently the geriatric convention at Wal-mart thought it would be wise to take a Friday drive. So here I am late, going 30 in a 70 behind Geriatric Jill and Jerry. Of course Jerry managed to about kill Jill when he decided to turn suddenly while going 30. All I saw was Jill grabbing the Oh Shit handle. I did chuckle at that.

I finally made it to daycare to pick up Goober. Where I managed to date the check July and sign my name as Lena Nelson. Finally to add insult to injury, I asked for Matte Paint and I got Semi-gloss. Which meant I had to travel to Butte again today......but that is another story.