One of These Legs is Not Like the Other....

So, I pretty much haven't touched a sewing machine since I was in 8th grade and my Home Ec. teacher yelled at me for breaking the machine while sewing those infamous hot pads. Since that painful moment, I have lived with an aversion to sewing and sewing machines. However, my saintly neighbor next door took it upon herself to give me "good experiences" in sewing so that I would develop a desire. We took a trip to Wal-mart, bought some cute froggy/camo flannel and set out on our task to make Will some jammies. Problem is...you'll notice that Will would have to have an atrophied left foot and leg to squeeze into these babies. That didn't really matter though, since we couldn't fit the pants over his bum anyway, so I will have to donate these to the next friend/family member who has a newborn baby boy. Are any of you excited yet? Heehee. Perhaps my lot in life is not to sew, but to shop at discount stores. Spend the same amount of money and a lot less time! I have always been domestically challenged, these little gems just confirmed that fact again. Oh well!

Got Your Finger....

Warning: The images contained in this entry may not be suitable for viewers with weak stomachs.

So, last night I was ambitiously cleaning up all the dinner dishes after Will finally went to bed and I learned a valuable lesson. Here it is: Be careful with butcher knives; they tend to be sharp. I was drying off the big knife (the one my mom gave me for Christmas-thanks mom!) and it slipped out of my left hand and cut cross ways into my right index finger. Oh the pain! After the initial shock, I called Blair, who was on his way home from school, and told him I thought I might need stitches. He arrived on the scene about 10:00 and told me no stitches would be necessary, he would just use a tad of super glue to close my gash. Dr. Blair's "tad" of glue soon turned into a bubbling mass of quickly crystallizing blood. Well, you can look at his handiwork for yourself. I'm hoping the scar it leaves won't be any bigger than Texas. :)

Our last Hoorah for the summer

So I (Blair) decided it was my turn to post on the blog. These pictures are of our recent retreat to a house in Park City for a weekend with the Newbolds.

This picture was taken in "The Great Room". The fireplace is huge and the stone work on the fireplace was so nice. The door to the right goes to the massive master bedroom. The blank picture on the wall is actually a huge plasma TV. The vaulted ceilings in "The Great Room" must be about 30 feet high. This house is huge, about 6700 sq feet. Yes, that is my younger brother Ryan and yes, he is taller than I am.

Will loved every minute of the trip! He found himself sleeping on plush pillows and blankets every night.

In case you can't read Will's shirt, it says "My dad is cooler than your dad" and he is!

Will also enjoyed our trip to Strawberry Reservoir even though he didn't catch anything.

My sister Rachel is all smiles about fishing.


So am I.

Jodi at the wet bar downstairs close to the amazing theatre room.

The guest master bathroom shower. Pretty plush! Duel shower heads are a must for every shower.

The jetted tub is a nice touch also!

It was nice to get away for a few days! We played games, watched movies, went to the outlet malls, went for walks and ate great food. What more can you ask for?



We also found time to take a nap!

Ready to Run??

My brother Dave and his wife Shauna ran the half marathon in Huntsville last weekend. They did an amazing job, both finishing around 2 hours. Personally, I think that is awesome, especially for first time runners.

We were such good cheerleaders. Everyone else who was running was obviously jealous of the Marshall support group.

Dave, running like the wind.

Here they are basking in their triumph.

This guy sure was tuckered out.

Look at the Size of That Melon!

It has been SO great to have a garden this year. One of the best surprises was finding out that the little "weed" we almost plucked out of the ground was actually a watermelon plant. So, we watered it and lo and behold, it produced SIX gigantic watermelons. They were very tasty, and we didn't even plant them! They came up because someone planted them last year. Sweet. We also cultivated green peppers, potatoes, cherry tomatoes and regular tomatoes, carrots, beets, crookneck squash, and cucumbers. Yummy!

Mary Poppins Misgivings...and other things we're discovering about Blair

Blair never ceases to surprise me with things he will say or do at any random moment. One night last week, he was working on his homework in the bedroom and I was rocking the baby while watching T.V. Every half hour or so, Blair would come out to get a drink or take a break. He wandered into the living room on one such break and asked me what I was watching. I replied that I had just started watching this movie called "Nanny McPhee." (A very weird kid movie that, despite it's strangeness, was kind of cute.) Blair watched for about 3 minutes, then returned to his homework, but continued to come and watch 3 minute segments over the course of the next couple of hours. When the movie was over and I was getting ready for bed, Blair casually asked how the movie ended. I replied that the dad of the family married the scullery maid who returned after a long absence. Blair totally caught me off guard when he whirled around in his chair, threw his arms in the air and exclaimed, "What?!! No!" I wondered why he was so upset and said, "Yeah, she came back all educated and beautiful and became his wife and mom to his 7 children." Blair again yelled, "No!" I had no idea what he was so upset about until he continued, "He was supposed to marry the nanny." "Why?" I countered. "This is terrible! It's just like Marry Poppins! I always watched that show when I was little and was disappointed every time! She should have married the guy." "But the dad was already married," I reasoned. "Not the dad! The chimney sweep. She should have hooked up with the chimney sweep." He said putting his head in his hands.

I had no idea that Blair apparently had deeply embedded issues dealing with the implications of Nannies not getting married at the end of Disney films. I think it stems from his kind nature and his yearning for people to be truly happy and not suffer a life of loneliness--even nannies.

Another surprise came when I walked into the bathroom one night and saw Blair standing there with his face covered in some kind of white milky substance. It quite frankly scared me half to death. As it turns out, he was just trying to wash his face. Earlier we had discussed his frustration at still getting little bouts of acne this long after being a teenager. I suggested he try my face wash and see if it helped. He said he had already tried it and it made no difference. I guess this time, he decided he just hadn't applied enough in the previous trials, so he put a handful on. (The suggested amount is a pea-sized dot.) Needless to say, when I opened the door and saw his ghostly face, I burst out laughing and he let me snap a pic.

Living with Blair is NEVER boring. He is usually the most delightful part of my day! He definitely keeps things interesting.