Aaaaaaaand He is Here!

"Every good and perfect gift is from above." - James 1:17

After much anticipation...

Tripp is here.

We finally met our little handsome fella on Wednesday, August 15th at 10:04 PM.

He was 8 pounds 3 ounces, 20 inches of sweetness. Also, he has a ton of hair.

Everyone adores him. Team Grandma is no exception.

Even LuLu.

He looks just like his daddy.

Davis                                                        Tripp

Who knew life could be so grand?

Approaching the Finish Line...

I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born, says the Lord.  Isaiah 66:9

Well, my friends, we are officially nearing the finish line...like steps from the finish line.  {Don't mind the racing metaphor...  I've had Olympic fever.  So much so that I dreamed Usain Bolt helped deliver Baby.}  But I digress.  I can count now down the days versus the weeks and months (the countdown is at 2 days, by the way).  Baby Boy isn't super eager to enter the world on his own, so he is being evicted on Wednesday morning!

Thankfully, my "To Do's Before I'm Due" have dwindled down to near nothing.  Our bags are packed.  The car seat is installed.  Everything baby is Drefted.  All essential baby products have been bought.  Even LuLu has had a bath.  

So, now we wait, but I'll leave you with this little jewel of a family photo...

I'm not so sure what's shocking...  that we're having a baby? I mean, we've had a whole eight and a half months to adjust to that idea.  Is he shocked that I'm so big?  Maybe that's it.  

And here is our last photo as a family of 3...

 I imagine LuLu will long for these days very soon!  :)

Next post, Davis and I will be PARENTS!  Eek!

Patience is a Virtue {or so they say}

"Adopt the pace of nature:  her secret is patience." - Ralph Waldo Emerson


I am not a patient person, to put it mildly.  This whole pregnancy flew by....until about three weeks ago.  Since then, we're moving at a snail's pace.  I am at the point where I don't feel like my little boy is ever coming out to meet us.  Apparently, he likes chillin in my belly and ice cream....and making his knee push my skin out.  That's seriously a little wierd.  I feel like I've been possessed, like in those horror movies I enjoy so much.  I'm being a little dramatic, but then again, I'm in a very dramatic mood as of late.


So, anyhow, while I wait on Tripp to make his grand entrance into the world, I've tried to get projects done.  Since we moved fairly recently, there is no shortage of things to be done.  


Painting the fireplace in the living room has been on the to do list since we moved in, but I had to wait until we had someone clean out our chimneys and evict the colony of birds who had taken up residence there.  Davis had someone come take care of the job this week, so I decided the "Project of the Week" would be to paint the fireplace.  


Here is a shot of the ugly gold glass screen:

Apparently, folks in the 80's loved some gold hardware.

I took a whole slew of "before" pics when we moved in, but when my phone took a swim in the washing machine, I lost them all.

Here is the fireplace in its original red bricked splendor:

Prior to diving into the project, I did my research.  I found a tutorial and deemed the job easy enough.  Apparently, there needs to be a warning label that reads:  "If you are very, very, VERY pregnant, this job may prove to be extremely frustrating and may result in a complete breakdown."  Because that is EXACTLY what happened.  Poor Davis, he comes in the living room, and I have painted maybe five percent of the fireplace and had gotten paint on the wall and completely. broke. down.  I got super overwhelmed.  I think hormones were partly to blame.  Maybe.  So, anyway, Husband to the rescue.  He calls in assistance from his mother, and together, they painted the entire thing.  I helped a little bit.

LuLu didn't help at all.


This morning, Dear Husband finished the job.  


TA-DA!  

Love my chevron painting by Ashley Buse!

Now we need a screen and fireplace tools (or whatever you call them).  

Because he saved the day, I rewarded him with a night out with the boys, which probably means I'll go into labor tonight...  Ha!  

Continuing to wait and trying to do so patiently...