It seems the days of digestive misery are behind me. Huzzah! Not a moment too soon, either; June’s looking busier by the day.
Where did we leave off? Ah, yes. Aunt Pixie’s visit. It was SO great! Chip was her little shadow; I’m sure that had he the physical and mental dexterity, he’d have snuck into her trunk and right back home to Utah with her. He basically adores her.
One of the most fun things we did was rent a paddle boat at one of the parks downtown. Boise had a couple rainy weeks which meant that everything was green and yummy. The weather was perfect and the waterfowl were out in full force, y’all. Although he looks solemn here, Chip was off-his-rocker ecstatic to see all the ducklings and goslings, as were we! You can’t have a heart and NOT be; guys, they’re like, fluff balls that float and squeak.
My first spa experience was good. Toward the end of my facial I had a hard time staying on my back without feeling uncomfortable, but the massage took care of all that real nice. Mmmm. THANK YOU, sweet Pixie, for coming and spoiling us with your kindness and your awesome presence.
The following Monday (the 20th) was T-Bo’s 18th birthday, and sadly it ended up being just as draining and awful as I’d feared. I still have a lot of anger and toxicity clouding my mind when it comes to the circumstances surrounding his death, and I’ll admit that the symbolism of his would-be Emancipation Day (what I called my 18th birthday, the day I moved out) stirred a lot of that up. CK took the day off to be with me, which I appreciated more than I can say. I planned to spend the afternoon in the temple, but I forgot that it’s closed on Mondays. Disappointing, but ah well. We made it through, and time marches on, I guess.
The rest of the week was full of appointments and errands, including a trip to the dentist in which I very nearly passed out when my BP tanked in the middle of a procedure. The doc and assistant were a dream team, fawning over me and cooling my ridiculously pale, sweaty face with air from that little hand tool thing. It was a pregnancy first, for sure. Funny, the difference a few extra liters of blood can make! Suffice it to say I’ll be avoiding the supine position from here on out. Heh.
Per last post you already know that I was out of commission for most of the Memorial Day weekend, but I did manage to lure CK back to the park to ogle those goshdarned adorabibble widdle duckies. Couldn’t help myself. Blame hormones or something.
That week CK also bought himself a gorgeous new .45 caliber pistol, which among other things means that I have owned his butt ever since. Bwahaha. I play nice with my power, mostly. He’s as jazzed as a little kid at Christmas — I love him.
Now it’s officially June which means that as far as Fetus #2 goes, the end is in sight! I am so ready. I think with Chip there was a degree of nervousness about the unknown that kept me from complaining *too* much until the very last, but with Moose I’m like, been there, vaginally delivered that. The minute this kid is full term, I’m gonna start prepping the exit strategy, iykwim.
This weekend CK and I wrapped up a project that I have been excited about for a long time. One night while perusing Pinterest I fell desperately in love with the idea of building an abacus to hang as functional nursery decor. I found this tutorial and started slowly compiling the materials, and now it’s finally done! I really love how it turned out. Props to my fledgling carpenter for doing such a great job with the frame.
I hope it will make make a nice heirloom someday.
Here you can also see the mobile I made a while back out of paint chips and a disassembled embroidery hoop. It sure looks pretty when it twirls. The bright colors make me happy!
For Future Sav’s reference, in case of repairs (or for anyone who wants to make their own abacus, I suppose):
- (2) 34.5″ 1×3 boards for horizontal backing
- (2) 18.5″ 1×3 boards for vertical backing
- (2) 34.5″ 1×2 boards for horizontal outer frame
- (2) 22″ 1×2 boards for vertical outer frame
- (2) 33″ 1×2 boards for horizontal inner frame
- (2) 22″ 1×2 boards for vertical inner frame, with (10) 1/2″ holes drilled 2″ apart
- (10) 7/16″ diameter dowels, cut approx 33″ long
- 1 1/4″ finishing nails, for frame construction
- 1 1/4″ screws, for final removable piece of frame
- Valspar Ultra paint + primer, semi-gloss interior, low odor/zero VOC, in 391658 ultra white/base A
- (100) 1 1/4″ round wooden beads with 1/2″ holes
- Acrylic paint for beads, various colors
- Spray gloss for beads
- White or almond screw caps
The round beads were ordered from Woodworks Ltd., the dowels and acrylic paint came from various craft stores, the screw caps were at Home Depot, and everything else came from Lowe’s.
And now, the Chip photos you’ve come to expect and love/tolerate:
Favorite words comin’ outta his mouth:
- “Diet Coke, Daddy!” I taught him to offer this advice last night when CK was grumpy. It worked like magic.
- “Oh, ‘scuse me, sorry.” Whenever he is in someone’s way. GAHHH
- “Yes!” instead of “yeah”.
- “Okie dokie artichokie!”
- “Thanks, Daddy!” Now if I can only get him to say it to me …
- “Hi! Morning!” Big and enthusiastic, first thing in the morning when I come get him.
He’s speaking in complete (albeit short) sentences much of the time, which just melts me. He’s beginning to figure out plurals, too, as demonstrated anytime we walk through a parking lot. “One truck, two trucks!” He is also obsessed with every kind of music and asks me to play or sing “songs?!” all the time. He’s just got the sweetest, most clever little personality and I can’t wait to see how he interacts with his little brother.
Now that the weather’s getting warmer, what are all y’all up to?
Currently listening to: Watching You by Rodney Atkins