Out With The Old, In With The New (Used)

After much debating and, I'll be honest here, a couple of tears, my husband and I have come to the conclusion that my car will no longer meet our needs as a family come November. I drove a two door Ford, with more than it's fair share of...um...quirks.

So it was with a sad heart that I surrendered my old hoopdee, the first car I ever owned, and traded it in for a new (used) SUV.

 

Goodbye my old friend. I would have driven you 'til the day you died(which, actually...you did more than once.) Ah, remember that time we slid off of the road in the snow and somehow you ended up on top of a stone wall? With all four tires mid-air? You were so special to me.

But Oh! Hello handsome! How YOU doin??

Hoopdee? What hoopdee?

Health Food

Bekah: Alright, alright! I'll do it.

Matt: Are you talking to me?

Bekah: I guess I'll have to eat that second can of Spaghettio's.

Matt: Whaa?

Bekah: I mean, sheesh, if you're going to MAKE me! Alright already! I said I'd do it!

Matt: Oh. Okay.

That's right y'all, my appetite is back and bigger than ever. This does not necessarily bode well for the state of my hindquarters, but a big rump indicates a healthy baby right?

I may have just made that up, but I feel pretty confident in saying that it will probably become a sort of mantra for me as this pregnancy progresses.

Sandy The Warrior Squirrel

Since the onslaught that is the first trimester is now officially over, I find myself with one or two vomit-free days per week, and what better way to spend those days than to catalog ANOTHER symptom of this wonderful thing called pregnancy? You know what I mean...I mean these completely psychotic, vaguely disturbing, extremely vivid dreams I have been having.

Not only are the baby related ones, like the recurring one where I give birth to triplets (2 girls, 1 boy) and not only do I have no idea what to do with them, I am also completely unable to breastfeed. Or rather, my dream triplets hate my boobs. Every time I try to nurse one (s)he starts screaming and refuses to stop until my ta-tas are covered.

There are also the other, stranger dreams, such as the one I had the other night about Matt and I in a grocery store, picking up some necessities with our good friend Sandy. Sandy just so happened to be a large squirrel, carrying two samurai swords. That's right folks, it was Sandy The Warrior Squirrel. When I recounted this dream to my eight year old nephew (i.e. the only one who will still listen to me ramble about my dreams) he immediately lit up and said "SPONGEBOB!" And proceeded to explain to me that in SpongeBob (is that one word? two? hyphenated?) there is a squirrel names Sandy. I don't know if she has Samurai swords or how she breathes underwater for that matter.

Hang on...I need Google.

Oh! She has a bubble! Although I must say, she looks nothing like the Sandy of my dream. But thanks to the wonder of Google, look at what I found...

Apparently I am not the only pregnant woman dreaming of warrior squirrels! That picture is much closer, not quite there, but closer.

Do you have strange dreams? What is the weirdest dream you have ever had??

A Daddy and His Boy

There is just something precious about a daddy and his baby boy. This particular daddy just happens to be married to my sister, yes, you guessed it, my dratted ol' brother-in-law Brandon.

But how can it not warm your heart to see this?


As this is the first child born to one of my siblings, it has amazed me how quickly they have all three (big brother Branson included) adjusted to life as a family of four.

Daddy's have a big job you know, they have to teach their boys to be strong compassionate men...


...also how to ride 4-wheelers at the tender age of three months.

Next up, the Harley!

Oh, and for all the moms out there that just had a heart attack at the sight of a three month old on a 4-wheeler, he drove VERY, VERY slow, and you can guarantee that Emily did not allow either of them out of her sight.

But for the record - this does NOT mean I like Brandon, just that he's an ALRIGHT dad. I guess. Don't tell him I said that, I'll never live it down.

Attack of the Mutant Wasp

So...I never told you that I live semi close to a nuclear power plant did I? No, really I do! I mean...I can't see it from my house or anything, but still! Look! It even had the worst nuclear melt down in the history of the United States! What a claim to fame!

It never really occurred to me to mention it before, , but it has recently come to my attention that MAYBE, just MAYBE, the radiation has affected the wildlife in our area. More specifically the bugs. I have never seen bugs this large in the United States. Thailand, yes, but the U.S? Nope. For example, we killed this monster in the office last weekend.

Keep in mind, that photo was taken after that beast was good and dead...there was no way on God's green earth I was getting close enough to snap a picture of it while it was living!



Or perhaps...could this be the dreaded African Killer Bee?? Gasp! No! But actually, I'm looking at pictures and...I mean...Maybe?

Photo courtesy of foxnews.com

They aren't supposed to be in Pennsylvania but stranger things have happened. It's not like they can't, you know, fly.

What do you think? Mutant radioactive bug? Or Killer bee?

I'm not actually sure which is worse at this point!

Where Does the Time Go?

Holy Poop! It's Friday? Are you sure?? I've spent most of the week in one of two places...curled up in bed, or kneeling over the toilet. And despite the fact that I hit the magical three month mark of this pregnancy this week, I am sad to say that I feel no better.

I've been telling Matt that maybe, just maybe, I actually have come down with the much dreaded SWINE FLU. He kindly takes me by the shoulders, shakes me violently, and says "Bekah, shut up. You have morning sickness, deal."

I guess I kind of expected some magical healing moment when I would suddenly look at the world around me and break into song. Birds would flock to me and land on my arms and I would suddenly begin to be able to carry a tune (which, in case you were wondering, no I still can't). I am sad to report there are no birds on my arms, no song in my heart...but there is nausea. Oh yes, there is nausea my friends.

HOWEVER on the brighter, less vomity, side of things, I mentally am in a much better place. I feel much more secure about the health of the baby. Don't get me wrong, there are about a million things I am still worried about, but there is a new found sense of peace in my heart about the baby.

And just for fun...here is a belly picture comparison. And before someone jumps down my throat and says 'that's not a baby belly...it's too early to be the baby!" I know. Maybe you are right...but I'm still kind of amazed that there is any change at all. And yes, I know, you would never be able to tell just passing me on the street, but I CAN TELL. The thickening of the waist has begun!! (I never thought I would be happy to say that).


1. No I am not pushing it out.
2. I have actually lost three pounds between the first picture and the second picture.
3. I was painting that day...that is why my sweatshirt looks FILTHY in the first picture!
4. Happy Friday!

Progress in the Bedroom

Um...progress as in painting our bedroom. Just wanted to clarify that quickly before anyone thinks this that THAT kind of post.

We finally started working on our bedroom. You may remember that I asked for your advice about a month ago on the color in our bedroom, and while it may have taken me a while to get to it, we are finally doing it!

We started by ripping down the old drop ceiling, which was stained a dingy yellow from the previous owners smoking habit.


I'll be the first to say that I was SHOCKED at the amount of spiderwebs that can accumulate in a ceiling. Lord only knows what is lurking in my attic right this very second...watching me...waiting for me to drop my guard so it can pounce. Agggghhhhh.

Okay, sorry. I'm back. I'm good. I can't help it.

Due to the sheer amount of dust and cobwebs, my husband decided that I had to either leave the room and just let him do it, or I had to wear the appropriate safety gear of his choosing.



Personally, I think he just wanted to get a good laugh out of making me look like the eyeglass bandit. (Please excuse my shiny face, apparently that pregnancy glow that people talk about is actually oily skin! Who knew!?)

HOWEVER, I persevered, and eventually we managed to demolish the ceiling.


Frightening isn't it?

After that, my Brandon, my brother in law, came over to help paint. After the first coat my heart was beating so fast because WOW that is yellow!

After it dried and I got a chance to see it in the daylight I felt much better about the actual shade of yellow. And when I went in to do some more trim work this morning I found that Brandon had left me an encouraging note.

How sweet.

The boys should be coming over to do the ceiling tonight, and hopefully the room will be finished by the end of the weekend! I WILL keep you updated!

What do you think of the yellow so far...and by that I really mean, please say it doesn't make you think of a school bus, because it is already on the walls!