I have started my "nesting phase" early with this pregnancy, don't know if it is because it is baby #2 and I know I am not going to have as much time to do things or what but I am driving myself crazy trying to get all kinds of things done before Baby Davie gets here. One of the big things on my two list (besides updating the blog-which will officially be updated after this post, yeah!) is to get the nursery painted, along with the front door, our bedroom (just needs a second coat) and the bathroom upstairs. I have been dreading all of this painting and now that I am 25 weeks along it is not a good idea to be climbing on ladders to paint, and god bless my wonderful husband but he was not blessed with a painters touch. Just take a look at the ceilings in the rooms that Dave and I painted by ourselves and you will see a little extra on the ceiling of many of the rooms where Dave lovingly left his mark.
So the past couple of weeks I have had about 5 different painters come in and give me quotes, we had complications with the original painter we choose so now we finally found someone. The trouble I have been having is choosing a paint color, what a nightmare! This has been the hardest decision ever and I am not sure why I am making it a big deal. The bathroom, door, and master bedroom have been a breeze but when it comes to Davie's room I am freaking out. I showed the painter the colors that I was thinking of and he quickly let me know that he would be happy to paint the walls any color I wanted but that I was going to hate the colors I chose once they were on the wall. I have had a million different opinions on what to do and am so lost that I finally broke down and hired a professional. I have a customer (I do her business cards) that is an interior designer, I figured it would be cheaper to pay her for her professional opinion than it would be for me to repaint the room when I absolutely hated it! So the final colors are a cream yellow on top and an orange on bottom. The two colors will be divided by a white chair, and hopefully will look fabulous. I am so nervous about this decision but it is done so please stay tuned, keep your fingers crossed, and say a little prayer for me..... Painting will begin on Monday!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Discovery Museum in Amarillo
Saturday (still in Borger) Melissa had a fun trip planned to the Discovery Museum in Amarillo. It was a great time, they had a lot of interactive fun for Isabelle.
We started out at the planetarium where we learned about constellations, Isabelle thought it was so much fun yelling out what she thought were the right answers to the speakers questions.. LOL Then we moved on to the body, where Isabelle played with bones, jumped on a tooting machine, checked her pulse, and more. I promise Dave was not torturing her with this jaw bone =)
Flying high in the sky with Daddy!
This was a game to see how fast you could throw a ball, it was hilarious because Dave and Brandon turned this into a competition. Once one of them got a faster time than the other the other person HAD to go again, typical males =)
This machine would have been really cool if it worked, but you stand on the pedestal and pull the rope up around you to make yourself fully enclosed inside of a bubble. To bad there wasn't enough bubble juice in it. The object of the basketball game was to bounce it underneath the glass and into the hole, but Isabelle gave up and decided to just go under the glass.
Our little hockey player
Aunt Missy flying like Super Woman..
Isabelle and Uncle Brandon making sculptures taller than their selves.
Thank you for having us Melissa, Brandon (and Dori) we had a great time!
We started out at the planetarium where we learned about constellations, Isabelle thought it was so much fun yelling out what she thought were the right answers to the speakers questions.. LOL Then we moved on to the body, where Isabelle played with bones, jumped on a tooting machine, checked her pulse, and more. I promise Dave was not torturing her with this jaw bone =)
Flying high in the sky with Daddy!
This was a game to see how fast you could throw a ball, it was hilarious because Dave and Brandon turned this into a competition. Once one of them got a faster time than the other the other person HAD to go again, typical males =)
This machine would have been really cool if it worked, but you stand on the pedestal and pull the rope up around you to make yourself fully enclosed inside of a bubble. To bad there wasn't enough bubble juice in it. The object of the basketball game was to bounce it underneath the glass and into the hole, but Isabelle gave up and decided to just go under the glass.
Our little hockey player
Aunt Missy flying like Super Woman..
Isabelle and Uncle Brandon making sculptures taller than their selves.
Thank you for having us Melissa, Brandon (and Dori) we had a great time!
License Plate Disaster
I am a little upset with the state of Texas right now, I don't know if they were trying to be funny or something but here is my new license plate:
How rude is that? I was thinking a few days before I got the plate that I hope I didn't get some crazy plate with 666 or something on it, but I could never had guessed that I would be end up with this little gem. Oh well, at least I am happily married despite the HO message you get from my plates.
Look Out Borger here we come.....
Dave's sister and brother-in-law, Melissa and Brandon, always come to Dallas to visit and since I have know Dave we have not once gone to visit them. I suggested to Dave that we take a little weekend trip to see them, and 7 hours later (with a few potty, leg stretching breaks) we were there. Aunt Missy had bought all kinds of stuff for Isabelle to play with, a puzzle, side walk chalk, bubbles, snacks and even some new princess cups. Friday night we relaxed, ate dinner and Isabelle and Aunt Missy played. On Saturday it was the moment that Isabelle had been waiting for so long, she finally got to visit jail. She has been asking Dave and I so many questions about jail like, what do you do in jail? is it fun? what do you eat? do they have toys? the list goes on and on.. So Uncle Brandon told us that when we come down he would take us to work to see jail.
Once we were at the jail Isabelle was a little shy. She was kind of scared to get in the police cars because she was afraid that they would go to fast (she watches way to much Cops). Finally Daddy got in with her and assured her that not only would it not go fast but it was not going to move. She was ok with it then.
Dave was going to be locked up but unfortunately there was to much mischief in the town the night before so there were to many prisoners in there for us to check out the cells. Darn outlaws! So instead we just put daddy behind the jail door.
Isabelle with Uncle Brandon's name plate, and Uncle Brandon taking Isabelle's fingerprints. (For some reason that looks like a giant pit stain on Dave's shirt.. LOL, I promise it is just a shadow.)
I made this wanted poster to go with Dave and Isabelle's mug shots =)
Isabelle with Uncle Brandon's name plate, and Uncle Brandon taking Isabelle's fingerprints. (For some reason that looks like a giant pit stain on Dave's shirt.. LOL, I promise it is just a shadow.)
I made this wanted poster to go with Dave and Isabelle's mug shots =)
The First Call to Poison Control
A few weeks ago I got to make my very first phone call to Poison Control! Now that I have a little boy in my belly I should probably go ahead and put their number on the refrigerator since boys are naturally a little more inquisitive, but this was the first time I ever had to call them for Isabelle. Belle as a new infatuation for taking pens apart, and Dave and I have asked her on many occasions to stop I don't really know what she sees is in but I can guarantee she took her last pen apart a few weeks ago when she learned her lesson.
I was in the office working on some invitations when she yelled, "mom are the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty". She asked that on occasion so that she can get herself some water, but on this particular day I had just gotten her a drink so I knew that she was not getting water. I asked her why she wanted to know, her reply "I cannot tell you". Like I would have just said ok to that response (I don't think so), my motherly reply "you had better tell me"!! That is when she walked into the office bawling with ink all over her hands, her mouth and completely coating the inside of her mouth. I scooped her up and took her to the kitchen to start swishing around some water and reassuring her that it would be ok. She was sooo upset, I think she was terrified that she would be in trouble. I wanted so desperately to take a picture because I knew it would make a great picture for the blog but as upset as she was I knew she would not be happy with me taking her picture. After swishing with water for about 5 minutes, brushing her teeth, and then following up with some mouthwash I was surprised that she was relatively clean with the exception of her now black tongue. The only thing in the house that really was damaged was a decorative towel that she decided to wipe her hands on before she told me what had happened, and luckily with a little hairspray and a lot of combing it came right out.
I googled to see if ink was poisonous but it said you would need to swallow an ounce or more, and Isabelle had assured me she had now swallowed any. Of course there is not even an ounce of ink in a single pen but I thought I would call anyway to be safe and was very impressed with the center they were very quick to answer and assured me that she would live =)
I guess every now and then we have to learn our lessons the hard way, but I can assure you that Isabelle has not taken a pen apart (or put one in her mouth) since this day.
I was in the office working on some invitations when she yelled, "mom are the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty". She asked that on occasion so that she can get herself some water, but on this particular day I had just gotten her a drink so I knew that she was not getting water. I asked her why she wanted to know, her reply "I cannot tell you". Like I would have just said ok to that response (I don't think so), my motherly reply "you had better tell me"!! That is when she walked into the office bawling with ink all over her hands, her mouth and completely coating the inside of her mouth. I scooped her up and took her to the kitchen to start swishing around some water and reassuring her that it would be ok. She was sooo upset, I think she was terrified that she would be in trouble. I wanted so desperately to take a picture because I knew it would make a great picture for the blog but as upset as she was I knew she would not be happy with me taking her picture. After swishing with water for about 5 minutes, brushing her teeth, and then following up with some mouthwash I was surprised that she was relatively clean with the exception of her now black tongue. The only thing in the house that really was damaged was a decorative towel that she decided to wipe her hands on before she told me what had happened, and luckily with a little hairspray and a lot of combing it came right out.
I googled to see if ink was poisonous but it said you would need to swallow an ounce or more, and Isabelle had assured me she had now swallowed any. Of course there is not even an ounce of ink in a single pen but I thought I would call anyway to be safe and was very impressed with the center they were very quick to answer and assured me that she would live =)
I guess every now and then we have to learn our lessons the hard way, but I can assure you that Isabelle has not taken a pen apart (or put one in her mouth) since this day.
Easter 2010
After a wonderful service we headed over to see Mom Mom and Pop Pop (along with the rest of the Wink Family) at Jackie and Mike's house. After lunch it was off to see Meme and finally our last stop was Mamaw and Papaws house.
We had a great time seeing everyone, did some relay races, an egg hunt and finally some swimming in the hot tub. I made a smilebox but I had to share a few of my favorite pictures of Isabelle:
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School Easter Program
Isabelle is horrible at keeping secrets, but when it came to her school program you could not get her to tell you any of the songs that they were going to sing. She was so sweet, every time that you asked her she would just tell you that it was a surprise and you have to wait and see. When the day finally came she spilled the beans that the reason she would not practice her songs in front of us is because she was afraid that if she told us that we would not come because we had already heard her sing them. What kind of parents does she think we are? Of course, we would come to see her sing she is the light of our lives. It brings me such joy to see our little angel singing God's praises, I almost cried during the entire program it was just so precious.
We caught the whole thing on the camcorder so unfortunately I cannot post it to the blog =( Good news is that we will have the video to show it at her wedding, in many, many, many, years to come.
Oh the bangs, I will have you know that I did cut them before Easter.
We caught the whole thing on the camcorder so unfortunately I cannot post it to the blog =( Good news is that we will have the video to show it at her wedding, in many, many, many, years to come.
Oh the bangs, I will have you know that I did cut them before Easter.
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