Up against the wall

While I've been slaving away at retirement,

Dr. Nails and his trusted helpers have been hard at work, 

making these rooms actually look like rooms.

This is our beautiful master suite:

 Can you picture a rocking chair down by those windows? 

( yep, me too )

A view from the master bath through the walk - in closet:

  I like to refer to that middle area as 'wardrobe / hair & make up', like I'm in the movies.

( Hey, it's as close as I'm gonna get.  Dare to dream )

And a look at the front corner of the family room:

This room is the connecting piece, on the same level as the current house. 

( Which I like to call the 'piece de resistance' )

It's all thanks to this guy and all of you other guys out there who know who you are.

Pondering Retirement

It's a whole new world when you no longer have a schedule,

so many doors suddenly swing open for you.

Behind door number 1:

The Nap.

Now the nap is a very special thing; 

what was once enjoyed only on rainy weekend afternoons

can now be had any time of the day or night.

Behind door number 2:

The Book.

Another enjoyable past time that was previously reserved for the weekend,

or tuesday night when there is nothing on TV worth watching.

Now the act of reading can be enjoyed at one's leisure.

And door number 3?

The Freedom.

Being able to go anywhere and do anything whenever one wants.

Costco on a tuesday afternoon?  No problem!

 Appointment on thursday morning?  You're covered!

Coffee break?  How about right now!

Ah, I think this is something I could get used to.

Well, at the very least I am going to try to enjoy it for the next 5 weeks and 5 days,

because after that none of the above will ever be possible or easy again!

Warming up the North Wing

Despite the fact that I have a beach ball attached to my midriff,

I still can't help but be cold sometimes. 

( remember - I still am the coolest preggo chick in town : )

Seeing as Baby Covey will undoubtably take after it's mother in all the worst ways,

and that the Hannah Dog has been known to stick her tail in radiators in a feeble attempt to stay warm,

Dr. Nails has made it his very own personal mission to keep his little family cosy and warm.

It's a big job.  And a big responsibility.

One he will be hearing about for the rest of his days if he doesn't get it right.

You men all know what I'm talking about, those words you all dread -

"Honey, I'm freezing, can you turn up the heat?" 

As you can see he IS doing his best. Smart man.

There's something wrong with this picture though:

Aren't all the legs of a ladder supposed to be on the ground?

Maybe that's just one of those urban myths you hear about all the time...

This is Dr. Nails trying to tell me it'll be okay:

This when I believe him:

As long as everyone's feet are on the ground and no one is trying to crawl into a radiator,

things are pretty much under control around here.

Sad when your standards are so low, isn't it?

Tales from The Belly Button Files

The little Belly Button that could.......

One day little belly button, one day.  Keep trying.

These guys here at the beach really know what it's all about:

And I have decided that there is a small chance I may get more enjoyment
 out of all this baby stuff than the baby will.
But just a small chance, really little.

( Thanks Grandma Beth! )

Have tub, will bathe.

That's the idea at any rate, 

although enforcing bathing can often be a losing battle. 

The Hannah Dog can vouch for that.

 But honestly, I don't have any real intention of sharing this bad boy with her:

Oh no, this one's all mine...

  ( He thinks I'm going to share, hah! )
Although I am considering allowing the baby to use it,
every once in a while...