Matt stuck me with our first IVF shot this morning before he ran out the door to work. I resorted to the same tactics I used three years ago; I grip my tummy fat, look away, take a deep breath and say, Just do it. I was so tired that the prick had me completely unfazed. This is the easy peasy shot every morning & evening until Saturday, when we up it to four shots a day with the major meds that burn and bruise.
Carter and I visited some gorgeous wood floors today at our house! Yes, I will inundate you with even more house pictures! My goal is to swarm you with so many, you'll eventually puke.
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I'm counting the hours until we shed this apartment. The drains are always jammed, I have no windows, nowhere to neatly put toys, and the florescent light in the kitchen hurts my brain. Plus, the cat litter finally made the garage permanently smelly.
Yep. I just admitted to smelliness.
I hung at our house for a good hour today, until Carter's hair was completely strung with sweat. But wow, is it fun taking pictures in a place that's thick with window light.
Poor Carter. I'm always in his face.
Paint on the front door.
The master bathroom's shower is up. I've never been shower curtain-free before. I'll let you know how it goes.
Bonus? There's even water running. (I should have taken a shower! We were all kinds of sweaty.)
The washer & dryer arrived.
Appliances are here, but not installed.
The wood on the banisters was stained to match the floors.
We took some time to run back & forth on the porch, set the camera, giggle and pose. I'm glad we'll have years to clunk the camera onto the railing and line ourselves up, because today we just couldn't get centered & focused.
The kitchen faucet was accidentally upgraded to a pretty brushed nickel version. We're not complaining (or even reporting, for that matter).
In other news, Carter's finally unhumbled himself enough to attempt saying his own name. For the longest time, he'd just point to himself when we asked him to say Carter. Now, when he sees a picture of himself, he admits that's Tih-tah.
Today when I rolled up for my daily house checkup, I was psyched to see the front door painted brown. When I walked around to unstrap Carter from his seat, it hit me. Hello, brown garage door. I felt blindsided. I've been comfortable with the white and wasn't expecting a change. At first, I was mad - I called Matt and left him a voicemail that went something like, Hi babe, just calling to congratulate you on becoming the owner of a giant BROWN garage door.
But now it's kinda grown on me. Matt & I have reached a point where we don't even know which one we like better. If we want it white again, we're going to have to tell them within the next two days. Then, I realized I can just utilize the power of the blog. Will you take a second to vote and help us decide?
Today we ate an entire jar of Nutella (ok so it was just me). The weather here's so hot that it reminds me of winter - you can't be outside for more than a couple minutes without dying to get back inside.
We got Carter a potty yesterday. I can't believe how smart he is ... I ask him if he needs to potty, and he just does it. Whenever he tinkles, the potty senses the pee and cheers for him. He immediately hops up - not always finished and with pee droplets everywhere - and we run to go get a treat (an M&M). No critiquing our (complete lack of) method. It's only day two.
Since I'm falling short of pretty backgrounds, I did a small Steppin' Out Saturday in front of our house this afternoon. We have grass, landscaping, carpet and pretty much everything finished. I'm eager for them to get some paint on that front door, though.
I've put off doing a post about this wedding. And still, I'm sitting here trying to think of words. All throughout the evening (specifically, the moment I saw my new sister-in-law's dress) I felt frustrated because I knew the perfection I was witnessing would be impossible to describe to anyone who wasn't sitting there with me. It was kind of a sad feeling.
I want to say that my brother-in-law's wedding was like a scene straight out of a movie or a page of a magazine. But really, it was a hundred times better.
We arrived early at the Chateau de Breteuil (it's Google-able). Here's my little dress.
The altar.
Just married. By? The Queen of England's first cousin.
Post ceremony cocktail hour in a garden.
Guests entering the chateau for the reception.
Shawls & scarves for guests.
The bride & groom dancing their way in.
The leaf felt like a feather. The silverware was actual silver.
The ring bearer we sat across from had Matt & I in a long discussion about letting Carter's hair grow out.
Appetizers. There was dry ice on the bottom, which had them spouting hazy billows.
Singers. They also walked around the table, serenading us while we ate.
This reminded me of Meet Joe Black (one of my favorite movies). I kept peeking over to see if I'd catch an old man walking off by himself.
View of the dance floor from my seat. Not pictured: the bride & groom dancing to Kissing You, sung by an opera singer and fireworks. I'm not good with night photos, but I do have video footage.
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After the reception, we went inside for more dancing, desserts, champagne, coffee and breakfast foods.
Fun instant photos for guests.
To see the full set of pictures I took (and even more pictures from the France trip) you can go Like my Facebook page & click through the album labeled Paris.
