More baby photos

Warning **Grandma gushing** ahead . . .

I know that when you see these pictures you will agree. . .

This is just the cutest baby ever.

I mean, how can you resist this face?

Or this one? . . .

Nothing warms your heart more than daddies with babies:

Too, too cute!

Baby is here!

Our new baby has arrived. And he is so considerate! He waited until the day after I arrived before he made his appearance. And he is the most adorable thing ever, of course. I know most of you read his momma's blog, so I will try to put some pictures in that you haven't seen already. And these also are for the benefit of missionary son, who has been waiting patiently for news.

So here we go . . . on to the hospital, during a contraction.

Six centimeters!

Labor is getting tougher.

Welcome baby!

Look at those long fingers!

Cute baby

Proud papa

Getting ready to go home.

I'll try to post more later. This has been a fun time.

Basement Renovations

I have been itching to redo my basement. Remember the post awhile back where I was choosing tile colors? Well, early August I picked out slate and carpet for the work and now it is finally being put in. I think I watch too much HGTV.

Before they came I had to paint. I hate picking paint colors. It is such a big responsibility. Especially if I don't like it.

Anyway, I did the ceiling first. I know you can tell its different, right? hehe, I know you can't. don't lie.

Then the wall color:

Here is the stove, with a bit of the original wall color in the background.
see our woodpile outside? we are getting ready for winter.

Then . . . the tile guy came, yeah!

I picked out these decorative metal accents. Aren't they cool?


Completed, except for grout. I was drooling. Wall color looks good!

With grout in:

Next . . . carpet! Stairs took a LONG time.

Carpet man, doin' his thing.

I like the color.

Before . . .

After . . .

Chicagoland

Shortly after we arrived home from our western trip, DH and I took a trip to Chicago.

It was great fun.

We took the train, a new experience for me. I really liked it. I like keeping my body close to the earth.

I don't know why we feel we need to tip our heads back when we take a picture.

Here is Union Station--huge and very cool. We ate lunch there.

We stayed in a hotel right in the downtown area. When I saw our room, I didn't want to leave! It was tiny, but oh so gorgeous.

And the bathroom! The shower was heavenly.

While in Chicago you must eat pizza. So we did. Based on the advice of friends who had just been there, we ordered a small one. We still couldn't eat it all.

The next day we left our hotel and went out on a little adventure. We decided to go to the museum. Here we are on our way, with Chicago in the background.

The museum was featuring pirates. Arrgh!

I decided to get acquainted. He was nice enough, but not very talkative.

This guy greeted us as we walked in the door. I am glad they're extinct.


It was a fun trip. Made me smile.

Letters from the field

We received these precious pictures this week from Elder H. He wants to know what has made you a better person? If you have thoughts for him, please write. If you don't have his address, contact me and I will get it for you.

Not sure where this is. Looks like a little robot in front.

This one is precious. I hope the hat comes home with him. Poor Elder, so far away from home, still has to chop wood.

The Washing Machine did it

You know how clothing items seem to disappear after the laundry is done? Like socks? And it is always a mystery where those things go? We can only assume that the washing machine is the culprit.

Well, I have a story to tell you about missing clothes. I can laugh about it now.

After all our travels were finally over, DH came to me and told me a pair of his pants were missing. I went through the usual questions, "When did you wear it last" When was the last time you saw it" "Did you look in the closet", etc.

He insisted it wasn't in the closet. Now, some of you can relate, as our eyes age it is much harder to see things, especially in a dark and small closet (did I mentioned that our closet is the size of a breadbox?) So I went through the clothes, checked the laundry, checked a few other less obvious places.

Huh.

No pants.

Then we wondered "Did we leave them in Chicago? In Utah? In the airport?"

Meanwhile, DH was getting desperate for his favorite pair of pants.

A day later I noticed that one of my capris was missing. And another one of DH's pants and a shirt! This was getting weird. I do hear strange sounds in my house at night, do we have a clothes thief?

I looked everywhere. And was completely stumped. Couldn't find anything.

Fast forward to last Monday when I decided to mow the lawn. As I went into the garage my eye caught sight of one of our backpacks, looking suspiciously full of something.

No way.

I had a faint recollection of DH going on a slap-dash hike with the scouts before their official trip. I slowly walked to the backpack and opened it up. You guessed it. It was full of the missing clothes, and some others I hadn't noticed were missing.

H (no longer DH), when confronted with the findings, started to remember that he had filled up the pack from the dirty clothes hamper for extra weight and "padding".

Well.

After he got out of the doghouse we went for a walk. He said to me "Remember when you told me that so and so said he heard so and so say that so and so should do something?"

I said, "When did I say that?"

He said, "About 4 years ago, I think."

What a memory!

Go figure.

New Post . . .! Ta da!

Back from Utah . . .

But you all knew that.

So I thought I would post a few pictures from the trip with just a few keys words so you wouldn't nod off before you got to the end. So . . . here we go!

There was . . .

LOVE




HIKING




FAMILY


FLOWERS


FISH


And more . . . but that is for another day