Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A double Birthday party

Hey, remember me? 
Yes, I used to blog here once upon a time. 
Turns out being a parent is very time consuming.
 I have a million new topics in queue and even an idea for a new blog. 
Believe it or not. 
But I thought since I never even wrote a post about my birth story with Blake ( let alone filled out his baby book ) I thought I could at least post about his FIRST Birthday ( and Clark's 4th). 

This way I have something to refer back to when I get around to filling in the blanks on that book. 
 I seriously get the worst mom award for not even writing Blake's name in his baby book yet though.
The longer I procrastinate, the more daunting it becomes. 
It's a vicious circle I tell ya. 

Anyway, without further adieu, The Party. 
(Donut themed for Blake & Paw Patrol for Clark)

Your house is not fully decorated and party ready until all tchotchkes are wearing hats.

There was no cohesive way to blend Paw Patrol and Donuts together so it was a bit of a mish mash.
I unintentionally ended up with most of the donut theme in the dining room and pups in the living room though.
Licorice " fire hoses" 

Homemade Donut Sugar Cookies and Mini Donuts

The spread
 ( In our newly remodeled kitchen)

My fire hydrant juice bottle

 I found a few photos of cakes online that I thought Clark would like.
 I let him choose his favorite one from the bunch. 
He was so excited when he saw the final product he could barely contain himself. 
He ran around the house yelling " I am so excited! This is the BEST day EVER!" 
It made it all worth it. 

The Rubble Cake 
Since I just have a little lady brain I decided it would be a good idea to use a brand new recipe for chocolate cake.
 It tasted great but it was the consistency of a flour-less chocolate cake. 
Which wasn't fabulous for a kid party or a 4 layer cake that needed to be sliced up. 
When I cut into the dense layers, it kind of just turned into a hot mess. 
So everyone got a pile of chocolate jumble on their plates. 
Cake: one  & Mommy: zero

I wonder what he wished for.
Probably a barn or to use the lawn mower.
Those are his usual go to wishes.

Blake's smash cake was on the healthier side.
 I used a new recipe for this cake too. 
It was made with applesauce and bananas and cream cheese icing.
 I didn't want to shock the system with a bunch of sugar and crap.
 He ended up barely eating the cake and went straight for the donuts on the outside. 
Which of course were not healthy at all. 

You might remember Clark's adorable 1st Birthday highchair.
This is not it.
In normal Gracie fashion I sold Clark's chair on Craigslist after refinishing it and using it for his party. 
So I had to find another old wood chair and repaint it all cute and make Blake's banner.
Not planning on having a 3rd, so this will also be going up for sale too.
Easy come, easy go.

The best family photo out of the bunch.
It's hard to get everyone to look the same direction at the same time these days.

I had planned to do a few outdoor games since it's July and typically nice this weekend.
Unfortunately it was raining all week, so I couldn't do my Donut Toss ( Cornhole) and Donuts on a string games.
Donuts on a string was one of my favorite games in elementary school.
It's when you have to eat the dangling donut off a string hanging down without using your hands. First one to finish it without it dropping to the ground wins.
Luckily a friend let us borrow her bounce house and we were able to set it up inside our garage.
 It worked out great. 
And honestly, the kids did NOT need more sugar, so it was probably best that we skipped my original games. 

Some firefighters even made an appearance 

Nona and Oma with their Blakey Boy

Present time!

The aftermath

The clean up Crew is here!

According to Clark it was The Best Day Ever!

Monday, April 13, 2015

Spring Fever

I have been a little overwhelmed with all the upkeep in our new house. 
Mostly because I am pregnant and have zero energy and my mobility is not what it once was. 
I want to garden and work on the yard that has been neglected for at least 2 years by the previous owner but my body says. "NO". 

Bending over and squatting are difficult with a belly in the way.
 My body has once again been taken hostage and it's wearing on me.
 I am looking forward to post baby when I can get a few more things done or shovel dirt for longer that 10 minutes without struggling as I reach maximum exhaustion. 
( Yes, I know you are laughing at me right now. Did I really just say "Get a few more things done" and "Post baby" in the same sentence?!)

Yes, I know it wont be all fun and games, I will be recovering from squeezing a watermelon out a pinhole, running on 2 hours of sleep from caring for a newborn AND toddler. 
I don't know how people do it.
 Guess I will find out soon. 
But at least I can start down the path of getting back in shape and being more active.
Bentley also volunteered her babysitting services, so that should help a bit.

 There are so many projects that are on stand still right now because I physically can't get them done.
 I know I need to be patient and just appreciate that I am healthy and having a healthy pregnancy.
 I am able to be home and not schlepping to to an office every morning like I was when I was pregnant with Clark. 
But I'm a complainer and that's what I do.
 I have to keep reminding myself that we have only been in our new house for 2 months now and have already done a lot of updates and projects. 
But, damn you Pinterest. 
The new ideas keep adding up and I want to do them all! 
Right now! 

In the meantime, I don't even have a nursery put together for baby number 2! 
When I was pregnant with Clark I had everything set up and organized by now. 

This time it is very different. 
We have our guest bed set up in the bedroom that will eventually be the baby's room. 
So I haven't really moved any other furniture in there.
 The changing table is somewhere in the garage and Clark is actually still sleeping in his crib, so I can't move that yet. 
I haven't even thought about painting the walls in there and I really couldn't care less about a nursery decor theme right now.  

I have bought a few new clothes, totes and blankets for the baby.
 I have a mobile for the crib and I ordered a few nursing bras.
 That's about it.
Poor baby number 2.
 Is this how my mom was with me?
 I feel less loved now. 

Just kidding.

I guess I just realized life will go on weather I have elephants and giraffes painted on the walls and closet stocked with newborn diapers all in row. 
Those things that seemed so important the first time around are just a hassle now! 
I have considered just sticking the crib and changing table in my bedroom for the first few months just so that I can avoid having to deal with tackling the nursery. 
My master bedroom is large enough that I have the space to do that and it might just be easier to have it all in there. 
When Clark was born he slept in a bassinet next to our bed and didn't even use his crib for the first 2 months.  
And THAT bedroom was much smaller. 
Every time Steve or I got up in the middle of the night we hit our heads on the sloped ceiling of our master bedroom. 

Which reminds me, 
I don't think I ever posted the final before and after photos from our house when we moved out!!
 I guess I need to do that. 
AND show you all my new house! 
The list just keeps on growing!

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Turns out I'm not dying, just pregnant.

The time has come to let this little secret out! 

I know most of my friends thought I fell off the face of the earth into a black hole better known as Bothell, Washington. 
Based on the fact that I moved away, haven't blogged in months, never upload new photos on Facebook and most importantly I suppose, haven't shown my face in public.

 I have managed to stay inside my little rental house of darkness and avoid pretty much all friend contact, activities and get togethers. 
This wasn't by choice.
 I felt like I was dying. 

This feeling was shortly followed by Clark also thinking he was dying.
But, it turned out he just had Ecoli.
(Which can in all seriousness cause one to die)
So we went on a 3 day/ 2 night vacation at the wonderful resort called Children's Hospital.
A few weeks after that resolved it's self, it was Thanksgiving and Christmas and I still had zero time or desire to go out into the real world.

Now that my Netflix Que is exhausted, I have moved into my 2nd trimester and we are moving into our new house, I am finally joining the living.

So, with that, I thought it was the proper time to announce that we will soon be a family of four!

Baby is due July 13, 2015
Same exact due date as Clark.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

You had ONE JOB!

I can not express how much this article hit home with me.
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It was actually a relief to read that many of the thoughts and feelings that I transition through everyday, week to week, month to month, are the same ones that other stay at home Moms
 ( And dads...maybe) also feel.

* I say "maybe" because I seriously think Men have this amazing way of not over analyzing or reading into things , thus allowing them to do what they want and not feel remorse or worry.
Which is awesome for them. But in the world of Stay at home life, it doesn't allow most of them to relate to a lot of these feelings.*

Anyway, back to the article.
There are many days that I wake up when Steve is hitting his snooze button for the 3rd time and it's still dark and rainy outside and I feel immensely guilty for knowing that I get to roll over and go back to sleep.
 I don't have to get dressed in work clothes and schlep out for a morning commute struggling to stay awake to get to a job.
I lay there and contemplate if I should get up too, for moral support.
 Maybe get some laundry done or make a hot breakfast so he isn't stuck with cereal again.
But I don't.

Then I attempt to fill my day with activities and junk to validate my worth of being home all day.
But somehow at the same time try to not spend money because that would just cancel out the fact that we got rid of Cable.
This is hard.

You can only go to the park so many times and push the swing before you want to run away.
Going to the mall to play on the indoor toys is alright, but do I really want to place myself inside a Mall and then not shop?!

This predicament usually results in grocery shopping.
 I get to "do something" and spend money but not feel totally guilty for it.
Then I can also tell Steve about the great savings I found using coupons and show him that I am worth more than just a lady to collects the UPS packages off the front porch. 

Then it's nap time and I am tired too.
Should I lay down and nap when Clark naps?
 I think about Steve at work and how he would probably give anything for a nap right now.
Here I am with 4 more hours of sleep than him and contemplating a nap.
 I feel guilty. I should clean or something.
Sell junk on eBay, work out, bake a pie..... anything besides nap. 
I lay down and nap.

If I am lucky, my dad stops by after work and watches Clark for a bit.
I can run errands alone, go to Hot Yoga or get my nails done.
All things I also feel guilty about. 

Steve gets home after his almost 2 hour commute ( one way) and I feel the need to list off everything I possibly can to prove how productive I have been today and not let him regret letting me stay home.  Trying to down play the shopping at the mall and getting my nails did part.
 If I'm extra productive I have dinner ready to eat for him.
I feel like that helps my case .
 When he comes home to no hot meal, I feel an ultimate low.
 Like the meme " You had ONE job!"
 ( Even though that's not entirely true... I did keep our child alive for yet another day!) 

It is nice to read that I am not the only one that struggles with these things.
 I am more like everyone else and not just some sad lady with low self esteem.
 Or maybe we all are just that.
But, hey, misery loves company.

I also realize the point of the article wasn't just to make me feel like part of the team but to chance my views on the whole situation. 
And it does. 
I never really thought of it as a luxury to my spouse.
Even though he happens to be one of the good ones and has pointed that out to me numerous times. 
I never took him seriously though.
It's like your mom telling you that you look pretty.
It just doesn't count.

Sometimes you just need to hear it from someone you don't know.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Don't mind the penis on the wall

Well, it's been awhile and I thought, what better way to say hello again than sharing my home search with you! 
I mean, who doesn't want to see torn up drywall and penis graffiti on bedroom walls? 
Yes, you read that right. 
We have gone through a lot of transitions in the last 2 months. 
From finally putting our house on the market to looking at houses in Maple Valley. 
Making offers that were drowned out by other offers, to reevaluating our career path and considering moving to Kansas. 
Where we could buy a MANSION.
 A literal mansion for less than a 1970's split level in Seattle. 

Then coming to our senses and realizing that the Midwest needs to just curl up and die.
 I lived in Missouri once and swore I would never look back. 
And Kansas is dangerously close to Missouri. 
However, they do have Hobby Lobby. 
Their one saving Grace. Pun intended. 

In the end, we did a 180 and are now looking at homes North of Seattle. 
Think Lynnwood ( Lynnhood) Mukilteo, Edmonds, Mill Creek, Snohomish, Lake Stevens area. Yes, a far cry from Maple Valley right?! 
Anyway, the inventory up there is VERY different than what we had been looking at in the south end. 
So different that I just couldn't keep it to myself. 
So, here you go. 
We looked at 8 houses last night. 
None of them will be our future ex wife. 

House 1- Bank owned property aka diamond in the rough...or maybe just rough.
Let's start with the redeeming qualities:

Amazing detail throughout

Granite windowsills 

Chunky molding, arches and general fanciness

Delightful Wood inlays 

The downside?
The last owners obviously left angry and the odd additions and alterations made us think multiple families may have lived here, so it's just kind of an awkward layout.
 OH, and also the house is completely trashed. 
Gorilla glue in all the locks, running water left on to flood the bathroom, BB gun shot through windows, major rat problem in what looked to be a garage bay turned prep kitchen, bad MDF siding and well.....take a look.

Clark says "WTF Mom!"

There was tile here at one time....

Leaky ceiling 

Oh,it gets better. 
Just wait.

Is it food or feces? 
We will never know.


Yes, I can see past new drywall and paint.
New windows, doors, trim, appliances, counters, ceilings, banisters, fences and even exploding dicks. 
But for the low low price of 380k ( jokes) I don't think this is my future dwelling.

Will we ever find a place to live?!