Them There Eyes

This week I had my 30 week ultrasound and probably the last ultrasound until D-day. We got lots of amazing face shots and could see baby's eyelids open and close, his mouth moving and even got to see some hair. Ain't he cute? Baby is 3.9 pounds now and some innumerable length of bony protuberances that have taken up residence in my rib cage and iiinstines. He is very, VERY active and apparently only requires 2 hours of sleep a day. Night time seems like the best time for him to practice jumping jacks. Joy. 64 days and counting?

At last!

No more gaping hole! The basement has finally been transformed from it's perpetual state of workshop, to a cozy little retreat. It's like having a brand new house. Having carpet makes me want to shrug off the remaining projects and just camp out down there. Alas, there is still work to be done. This however, is a HUGE weight off. Merry Christmas to me...

Turned off the flash, so the walls appear yellow, but honest...everything matches as it should.

Finish Work

Project basement has been in full swing for a couple of months now and the Christmas deadline is quickly creeping up on us as we (Kelly) put the finishing touches on everything. We're scheduled to get carpet this coming up Wednesday and it will be wonderful to sink my toes into something besides concrete and sheet rock dust. Thanks to m'love for working so tirelessly on such a daunting task. Tasks to be completed: Install the kitchenette, tile the bathroom and get fixtures, throw up some closet doors, install a few remaining baseboards and the usual putty and paint touch ups. These persnickety details can be sorted out later, of course.

Baby Haven

It is complete! My vision is complete! Kathy helped me put the finishing touches on her masterpiece today and I now wash my hands of this child's bedroom. I had grand plans for paint and decor and the like, but the bedding project proved to be quite enough. I'll just hang some more pictures and we'll be set. I couldn't have done a bloomin' thing without Kathy's help and expertise. My only real claim to fame on this project, are the hours of painstaking quilting which left my fingers calloused and bleeding. Thank you so much Kathy for all your help and thank you Dennis for transforming my old creaky wooden rocking chair into an attractive, stable place for me to park my ever expanding arse.

Lot of sap in here...a lot of sap

Our yearly festival of trees and my personal favorite black Friday Event. This year we found ourselves wading throught waist deep snow to find and chop down big piney. The sun was out and it was a blistering 10 degrees. Conditions couldn't have been better.

11 More Weeks...

...And counting. Feeling so biiiiiig. Ugh.

Keeping it out of the children

This fine grammatical conundrum brought to you by the Hibachi Grill.

And for heaven's sake, PLEASE keep it out of the children.

A Pearson Event

At long last, our little Justin is all growed up and has joined the ranks of shiny, happy married people all over the world. Rachel looked gorgeous and we are all thrilled to assimilate her into the collective. Adam was in town from Cali and as always, it was really nice to get all the friends together for the weekend. We are excited to see Adam, Nikki, Taylor, Cameron and the rest of the crew (including the new blissfully wedded) for the holidays.

Justin and his cute best man.

'Da boys. Dave, Adam, Justin, muh hoooney, and Shawn.

Justin and Rachel making a break for it in their expertly designed car. Good luck to you both, we love you!

All Hallows Eve

Gizmo was supposed to be the headless horseman, but objected loudly to the puffy orange pumpkin head-dress.

The usual Halloween Fare. Pumpkin carving. Dogs in costumes. What more could you need? This time next year, we'll be searching for costumes for a slightly larger specimen.

A few of my favorite things!

Namely, EGG NOG!! And beautiful treks up to Snowbasin on a fine autumn Sunday morning.

Boy OH boy!

Half way there and we have definitely stemmed the apple!! If you look quite closely at the second row of pictures, you may notice baby's hand groping for his business. Only this child could manage to suck his thumb and fondle himself at the same time. Silly little dooode. He's so durn cute in his black and white cameos, one can't help being madly in love with him. Bridger is still the preferred name at the moment, but that could change. Due date is still February 14th, baby and mums are healthy and well, and Kelly and I are absolutely thrilled at this new development, for it is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman. ;)

and the Gorge

Didn't take the boat, so there was no skiing. Didn't so much as get a bite fishing, but Kelly let me visit the old abandoned cabin of my childhood, wherein still resides the carcass of a petrified cow. We got to visit Grandpa G. in Vernal, Gizmo got to chase cows all around, we hiked up to a water fall, there was rodeo-ing, boat light parade, fireworks, camping, and most importantly, I was able to consume 3 times my body mass in play dough ice cream. Happy end of summer!

Shiny...

Look, it's my husband with a very large breasted, possibly pre-menopausal cat woman at the car show. But wait...uncle Larry decides to swoop in for a bit of the action too...

For the record, I plan to own this very Stingray before I die. I am salivating as we speak.

Bear Lake

In pure skiing heaven.

What summer would be complete without a trip to Bear Lake?

And all this stuff too.

End of Days

Summer days anyway. It's been such a whirl wind summer, seems like it just came and went. Being prego sure does limit the amount of activities one can do in the summertime. In spite of all that, we had a great summer and were able to squeeze in a few relaxing activities. Some of which I will share. Like this loverly vacation we took to St. Lucia the end of May.

Soaking it in

And enjoying the fruits of his labor.

Work has yet again resumed on the basement. This time, the intent is to have everything done by Christmas. Lofty goal? Perhaps, but we're one bathtub and almost 2 coats of mud closer to success.