Monday, March 30, 2009
Arizona Trip
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Free Time

It turns out such a thing does exist from time to time, even with an 8-week old. I saw these lavender and baking soda filled sachets in Parents magazine (a free subscription came with our Boppy) and thought I would make one to put in my diaper bag... then I figured Kim might use one in her diaper bag... then it occurred to me that the rest of the girls might use one for their cars...So one thing lead to another and I ended up making 7 of these (the first one didn't turn out so well) lavender sachets. Don't be surprised if one of these finds its way to you. :)
Mason and I leave for Arizona tomorrow morning with my dad, Deanna, and her two sons. My dad turns 50 on Tuesday so our annual Spring Training trip will include a big party in celebration. We'll be back on Monday and by then I'm hoping to have a new charger for my laptop and access to the rest of my "before" pictures of the house. Just the hallways and bedrooms left and we're getting Mason's crib today so the nursery will be just about complete.
Say a prayer for us if you think of it on Friday morning as we drive down to Phoenix and on Monday morning as we fly home!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Welcome Baby Ella!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Saturday Smile
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Luck 'O the Irish
Exactly how DOES a small child get poop to come out of the front of their diaper and all over their onesie?
You'd think we would know better than to put Mason in an outfit in the morning that we intended him to still be wearing that evening.
You'd think.
He made it all day in this cute white and green ensemble until (just my luck) the LAST diaper change before leaving for Grandma Pete's for St. Patrick's Day dinner. The thought did cross mind mind to just wipe it down and leave him in it since his pants would cover the spot. Thankfully that thought crossed my mind out loud and Tage quickly vetoed it.
We hope you had a joyful St. Patrick's Day! "May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of His hand."
You'd think we would know better than to put Mason in an outfit in the morning that we intended him to still be wearing that evening.You'd think.
He made it all day in this cute white and green ensemble until (just my luck) the LAST diaper change before leaving for Grandma Pete's for St. Patrick's Day dinner. The thought did cross mind mind to just wipe it down and leave him in it since his pants would cover the spot. Thankfully that thought crossed my mind out loud and Tage quickly vetoed it.
We hope you had a joyful St. Patrick's Day! "May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of His hand."Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Extreme Home Makeover: Dining Room
Before
After
Tage and I reupholstered the dining set ourselves and the red in the fabric (which Tage chose) became the inspiration for the room. We still have some tweaking to do and candle holders to add but are content with how the room looks for now. I've neglected to mention that all of the ceilings in the house were painted by my mom and Elaine when we were home in January. The rooms we are painting now would not look nearly as good had they not worked so hard on them.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
6 Weeks
Monday, March 9, 2009
We're In
Last Monday, one day after arriving in town, the following conversation took place...
I'm always up for meeting people (and seeing the inside of their homes) so Saturday night the three of us got all spiffed up (Heidi, you're going to hate this but I went in my Converse- I'm a new mom, it's allowed) and drove the few blocks between our house and the Sanchez' (I learned from Facebook the next day that that was their last name.) We brought a bottle of wine, one couple brought a home made lemon meringue pie, another couple arrived bearing a small silver and gold shiny box (ladies, you know the one... these people brought a hostess gift from Nordstrom!) There were quite a few people there, all but one couple had children and many of them brought them.
As I stood there in the dining room that was painted in designer colors and grounded by stunning original hardwood floors, in front of an table scape of cheese and wines and even pizza for the kids, I thought to myself, "This is just the beginning." It won't be long before I have a moms group, play dates, and will be taking walks with Mason in the jogger stroller, Starbucks in in the cup holder, along with the other neighborhood moms.
These people, who hadn't been interested in carrying on a conversation with me the few other times we've been at social gatherings together, now wanted to know how the nursing was going, how much Mason is sleeping, and offered to help out any time I needed a break. It was quite surreal.
It's official. Mason was our ticket in. We are now members of the "Secret Parents Club" of our neighborhood.
Tage: "We've been invited over to Libby and Kevin's on
Saturday."
Tegan: "I don't know who Libby and Kevin are."
Tage: "You've met them a couple of times, they're friends of JR and
Cate."
Tegan: "Why are they inviting us over?"
Tage: "We're in the club now, we have a kid."
I'm always up for meeting people (and seeing the inside of their homes) so Saturday night the three of us got all spiffed up (Heidi, you're going to hate this but I went in my Converse- I'm a new mom, it's allowed) and drove the few blocks between our house and the Sanchez' (I learned from Facebook the next day that that was their last name.) We brought a bottle of wine, one couple brought a home made lemon meringue pie, another couple arrived bearing a small silver and gold shiny box (ladies, you know the one... these people brought a hostess gift from Nordstrom!) There were quite a few people there, all but one couple had children and many of them brought them.
As I stood there in the dining room that was painted in designer colors and grounded by stunning original hardwood floors, in front of an table scape of cheese and wines and even pizza for the kids, I thought to myself, "This is just the beginning." It won't be long before I have a moms group, play dates, and will be taking walks with Mason in the jogger stroller, Starbucks in in the cup holder, along with the other neighborhood moms.
These people, who hadn't been interested in carrying on a conversation with me the few other times we've been at social gatherings together, now wanted to know how the nursing was going, how much Mason is sleeping, and offered to help out any time I needed a break. It was quite surreal.
It's official. Mason was our ticket in. We are now members of the "Secret Parents Club" of our neighborhood.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Playing Catch Up
It has been a hectic week of cleaning, painting, unpacking, and visiting so I'm a little behind on the blogging. Mason has met so many friends and family members!
Roommate Dave
Great Grandpa Saner and Great Grandma Barbara
Great Grandpa Carroll and Great Grandma Mikki
Cousin Katherine (and Aunt Taina)
Aunties Heidi, Lindsey, Jaime, Laura, and Roseanne
Both Mason and Astro have adjusted to the "new" house; Astro is particularly enjoying having a yard to play in without being constrained by a 15' chain. We are working on the house one room at a time and hope to be finished this week. It feels good to be home!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Moving Day
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