Matchy matchy, turqoise and stripes squared!
I'm not sure what's happening here, but Andy's being gross. Practicing for fatherhood, no doubt.
Dinner out with my ma- and brother-in-law.
Just chiseling some brick away for the oven vent. All the things wrong with this: no dust protection, pregnant lady on ladder, sandals. There's no slowing down over here.
Dishwasher slid into place for a dry fitting. Even just seeing it there (not working yet) is exciting!
Looks like a fall harvest festival with that beautiful grilled corn and burrito filling. This is probably one of three home-cooked meals in two-months time. That's why I'm so proud.
Clearly the focus of our work these days. Progresses: Advantium (ie. second oven/microwave) installed and dry fit countertops.
Cutting the hole for the kitchen sink. Talk about pressure. And talk about the beginning of the longest sink ordeal ever. That story is not worth rehashing, but just know that nothing ever goes smoothly when home renovating.
That's a baby-shaped impression on a raw cake. I'm not aware of my size. The best is when I try to slide past someone and graze their butt with my belly. Oops.
Let the process begin! Stage one: sanding!
I made a few things for the bobby. Tiny things! (Holy cow as I type this it's a matter of days!)
A coat of shellac. And that's just the underside of the countertop.
Getting the roof done across the street because one house to worry about isn't enough.
Picnicking with Sister and Adah (because there's nowhere to sit inside).
The most beautiful ombre berries of them all! Enjoying a park stroll with Molly.
We installed that fan and it works.
My new lamp to replace the one that Whit broke.
Countertops in place and getting more coats of shellac. They're purty.
Celebrating (or mourning) Ben and Laura's last day. At least I'm doing it in style. (Pregnancy fail.)
Preparing for floor refinishing and yard sale purging. The cat comes with the bookshelf.
32 1/2 weeks. Feeling good and going strong.
Two years of marriage to celebrate and be thankful for! I'd say we've managed to pack quite a bit in. Andy certainly deserves some pie with heart-shaped cutouts.
Waiting for doc.
Barstools that need to be re-covered eventually. Add it to the list!
Giving ourselves a long weekend/anniversary celebration in the Outerbanks with Abe and Tim. And starting it off right with car pizza.
Father and son assessing the surf situation.
Evening sit on a deserted stretch of beach. Don't mind if I do.
Crab traps on crab traps on crab traps.
Shells on shells on shells. Andy collects for hours and I don't mind because that's a great dad activity.
I'm not too pregnant to paint the top part of the wall, but I am too pregnant to paint the bottom part. Getting bigger by the minute.