will work for food


In the midst of the heat wave and humidity last week, Joel came for a visit. I think his primary reason for coming was to beat the boredom at home. And I'm pretty sure with a little help from his big sister, that goal was accomplished.

He showed up Tuesday afternoon with lots of these goodies, handpicked himself that morning. Yum! And what a relief that I didn't have to do it this year.



By Wednesday afternoon, I was making a batch of freezer jam while Joel and Morgan were out on a bike ride.



Joel was also instrumental in completing a project that had been nagging at me since early spring. This flower bed on the back of our house was overgrown with enormous orange Daylilies. They were once as high as mid-window at the height of their bloom, and they spread and jumped all over the place.



While perfect for another setting, they just didn't work for me anymore back there. They're hard to get rid of, those crazy perennials, and I had to have Scott do the tough work of digging them out. Which left me with this, a perfectly good flower bed that played hostess to a lovely variety of weeds (minus the two Seedum in the middle). Thankfully, my landscaper extraordinaire swooped in to the rescue.




Joel and I took a walk outside to discuss the options. Here he is, questioning why I planted a random pepper plant and my cucumbers in this flower bed.



After a long evening of perennial research online and a morning scouting mission at three garden centers, Joel and I discovered that I don't care for wild plants. Turns out structure is the name of my game, even in gardening. He really wanted me to get an Astilbe, a plant that I found to be rather wispy, at least the one sitting at the garden center. But I declined. (Maybe next year, Joel, in the front yard?)

Here's Joel on Thursday, working to move my Seedum over for just the right symmetrical balance. It was 9 a.m. and 90 degrees with sweltering humidity!



We also learned that I have room for more plants than I actually purchased. So while the flower bed looks a million times better than it did before, and while it will take some time for the plants to really fill in, I will definitely need to buy some filler. Looking at mulch is not my idea of beautiful.

Along with keeping the Seedum, Joel helped me select a Tiger Lily (another matching Tiger Lily will be transplanted from the side of the house later when my cucumbers are done), some white Delphinium, and some Creeping Phlox. At the end of the summer, I hope to take inventory and make some additions.



After completing that huge project, Joel transplanted a houseplant for me into a larger pot, and sprayed our yard to rid us of clover, killed weeds growing in the driveway and sidewalk, and cut the grass. And that was just yard work. Scott was thrilled!

The rest of his downtime at our house was split between online job searching (read: fending off Morgan from the laptop) and playing with Morgan, who developed a case of the crazies in his presence. It was really blatant disrespect for Uncle Dough-ie (Joely), coupled with her goofy hysterics and overtired, overplayed, over stimulated, delirious self. But there were a handful of quiet moments enjoyed by them both.

Playing "Watch" - a game and term that Morgan came up with where one person sits on the floor while another sits on the sofa, bouncing the ball back and forth.





So thanks, Joely, for all your hard work and effort at our house. Someday, if you ever need it, we'll be able to repay you with our own gifts and talents. We appreciate you!

32 weeks






I don't remember my feet hurting so much during this last phase of pregnancy. Then again, I don't remember walking barefoot or shoeless so much the first time around either.

In the last week, the bones in my feet have felt crushed, as if the padding of my heels and soles couldn't bear another step. Putting on my worn Teva flip-flops are actually a relief, the cushion absorbing every step. And now that the heat wave has ended, I'll be more inclined to lace up those tennis shoes.

I've also been showing signs of Restless Leg Syndrome. My left leg is especially out of control, and unless you have it, there's no way to describe this antsy, uptight feeling in a way that might make sense to those with rested legs. I'm anxious to ask the doctor if my internet research is true - that this is pregnancy related and will stop ailing me when it's all done (or until I'm at least 50)!

Up next week? A haircut. I'm still on the fence about going back to short hair. We'll see what Week 33 brings.

it's coming together


And I couldn't be more excited.

Morgan's room is painted. It has a new rug and ceiling fan. There's new hardware on my old dresser. And the bed was delivered today!

Still to do? Paint the $5 garage sale nightstand, find a lamp or two, and wash the bedding. I've already moved her clothes over to the dresser and closet. So now it's only a matter of time. Can't wait to share some pictures.

daddy's girl


In the last year or so, it's become apparent how much Morgan adores Scott. It doesn't matter what he's doing, she wants to be near him. And when he wanders away? "Daddy! You come back here!" she demands as she tottles after him.

Morgan is daddy's little helper, and Scott is ever so patient to include her on his adventures as man of the house. Occasionally, I hear a "Morgan, go see Mommy" and then I know it's time to pull out the distraction card, but most often, she can be found by his side, tool in hand.


July 2008!







Happy Fathers Day from your favorite little helper!

31 weeks




shots of summer


The neighbors must think we're crazy, outside playing at before 8:00 a.m. But Morgan can't get enough, and my energy is high at the beginning of most days. So we play... at home, at the Zoo, at the park. And no outdoor play is complete without a hat and sun-sassies!





30 weeks





Well, here we go into the fourth quarter of this pregnancy. While I technically have ten weeks to go, I'm hoping it's more like nine. The dread that everyone describes as summer pregnancy? Just kinda hanging out here, waiting for it. I'm sure you'll read about it here, though, when that day comes. For now, all is well.

underway


I'm happy to report that progress has officially started on the conversion of our home office (3rd bedroom) to Morgan's new room!

The quilt and pillow sham have arrived, the paint color has been selected and purchased, and there's a pile of goodies in our back room accumulating on the table... everything from a tiny step stool to a mattresss pad.

Over the weekend (much to my delight), we moved some things around in the basement to make room for all of our office gear.* Scott was also able to haul our second television downstairs, along with some other book and binders. Seeing the tangible progress thrills me!

Curious about the end result? Here's a picture of Morgan, trying out her new bedding on the living room floor on the day it arrived. For now, this sneak peak will have to hold you over until we're ready for the big reveal!



*Joel, we are ready to unload our belongings on to you! A microwave, TV stand, possibly a VCR, plus the potential in the future for a futon and full size bed! Something to consider asking your current landlords about, hmm?

29 weeks







I'm doing well managing our daily routines with being pregnant. However, I'm finding it difficult to deny Morgan a place on my lap when she wants to cuddle. There's no room left, but sitting side-by-side just doesn't have the same affect. So I allowed her to come aboard yesterday, and all the squirming, elbow-jabbing and getting situated (multiple times) left me feeling like I had been punched. Hard. For a couple hours following, I had the most uncomfortable, awkward ache. But knowing she still wants the best seat in the house makes it all worth it.



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