Down the Road

There have been so many momentous occasions and occurrences in this past year,

so many people and things to be thankful for.

I can only hope that there will be many more to come....

 For now our life goes on, one beautiful blessed day at a time.

 This is my happy ever after : )

THE END.

( For now.... See you in the new year? )

Living the Dream.

A peek into Jake's first days.

Whoa mama!

The lovely ladies in his life:

Four generations of Covey men:

Uncle Kyle and the ecstatic Aunty Suzanne:

Great Nan June:                                                                                              My two favourite dudes:

The big boss himself:

Happiness is..... : }

Drum Roll Please..........

HE.

15 lb., 8 oz

IS.

AWESOME.

Jake Oliver Covey.

November 25th, 2010 @ 12:44am

The New Digs

We might be a little rough around the edges, but we're getting there....

Here's what things are looking like with the wall down:

I love the fact that we now have room for a big table.

Even though it's so big that we all end up sitting down at one end,

at least we can fit many when there are many to fit!

I love the fact that no matter what I say that damn van seat keeps making an appearance.
I wish I could say that the Hannah Dog is the one who sits on it and not one of us humans,
 but that might be a teensy white lie.

I love that our monstrous TV no longer looks so monstrous.
It fits the space a lot better now so I don't feel like I'm living in a man den any more.

I also love that there's now room for baby things to be set up!

I only wish we now had a baby to put in them....

( Patience is a virtue I never really quite got. )

I love the fact that there are people all the way across the country 

who think to do special and amazing things for me,

there have been so many of you!

And most of all I simply love the fact that my Mom is here.

'nuff said.

For the Mechanically Inclined

I am told that this is now officially the brains of the operation.

Sadly, I always thought that was my job description.

I guess I'll just have to settle for being the looks ;)

Busy, busy but no baby yet.....

And the Walls Came Down

Now I know that we've had a few big days here at Building Bumps,

the milestones and memories have been fast and furious.

However,  this day might have been the biggest yet. 

( although I do believe that there is a bigger one coming very, very soon! )

This is the day you have all been waiting for.

Okay, okay;  the day that I have been waiting for

Whatever. It was big.

THE DAY THE WALLS CAME DOWN:

There once was a wall that separated the new addition from our cute and cosy little house. 

This wall was on the chopping block for a long time.

And finally the time had come.

SO: On your left, the new part.  On your right, Dr Nails in the old part.

Bit by bit that little section of wall was disassembled.
 Dismantled.  And Destructed.
Sounds like fun hey.

It was, and mind-numbingly exciting to all involved.  

An electrifying moment:

And now our cute and cosy little house is no more.

Instead we now have a big, badass home.

You have to yell to be heard across this great expanse of room,

and we are considering using the baby monitors as walkie-talkies to keep track of each other.

I do believe it's just in the nick of time too,

as we all know that other really big moment is but a heartbeat away.

Or maybe roughly a week. 

All bets should be on the table soon though!

Tick. Tock.

Tales from the Baby's Room:

There are certain things in life that are just too damn precious to keep to yourself:

Funny the things that make me happy these days,

if nothing else, at least I am still easy to please.

I think this is one of my favourite rooms in the house.

It's fun to just go in there and look.

Yes, look.  I don't even have to touch a thing. 

Although I did have fun playing with all the little laundry.

I am probably the only person in the world who would look forward to this:

Folding all those teeny tiny baby clothes and hats and socks is the best.

Someone please remind me of that in a few months!

And then there was carpet...

And it was good.

Finally something came on time, actually ahead of time!
Now we spend time just lazing around on the carpet.

Who needs furniture?  Besides, I'm not sure couches are in the budget anymore...

But we have stairs and doors and something bouncy and soft under foot.
Seriously, comfy couches?  Way overrated.

And at last, something in the baby's room.

Just over two weeks to go. 

It's kind of a race, at this point, between Dr. Nails and the Baby.

( My money's on the Dr. )

And this:

This is just for fun.

The Hannah Dog absolutely LOVES the new carpet, 

she has some serious traction on that stuff.

Let there be Paint!

These past few days were full of progress, and we accomplished great things.

Though things may seem to be coming down to the wire,

I like to think that we have it all under control.

This retirement stuff, however, is for the birds, 

and I have decided to go back to work -  it was easier!

Fortunately we had plenty of help, and everyone was in high spirits.

For some reason, this kept happening though:

There are so many things wrong with that picture,

and I envy them their tasty beverages and lackadaisical ways.

Somehow we miraculously managed to get the correct color of paint on the right walls, 

despite the apparent lack of work ethic and the copious amounts of rum.

Dr. Nails reminded me that our fabulous workers must be paid though,

and I would have to agree that they did a wonderful job.

Funny, one of the largest factors that came into play when deciding paint colors

was to ensure that it didn't look like baby poop : )

You know your life is about to change drastically when...

Itsy Bitsy

There is going to be a little person who will fit into these,

which, by the way, have to be the cutest tiniest perfectest things I have ever laid eyes on.

Next to Dr. Nails of course, though he is not so little.

Oh, and the Hannah Dog, she's pretty darn cute most of the time too.

Three more weeks!!!

So many choices, so little time

Progress!

Progress means that the gyp rock is up and mudding is happening!

Progress means that there is much dust due to the sanding of said mud!

Progress means we are closer to moving on up!

These are all such good things, yes?

So I wonder, when did Progress become such a dirty word?

I think it was when Dr. Nails said that fateful word:

Choose.

I believe it is a word that most women fear, and yes, I did just say fear.

It's an inherent thing, this fear, and it runs deep within my soul.

Carpet samples cause this fear to bubble up.

As do paint chips.

Particularly that hideous thing they call a color wheel.

Who invented that thing?!

They should rename it the wheel of terror.

And then there's fabric swatches.

Although I kind of like the fabric store, so full of patterns and textures,

so many different things to choose from.

Wait, did I just say I like that?

These hormones are getting out of control...

Have I mentioned how much I loathe that damn word?

Tuning in Tuning out

They say once a baby is born it will respond to certain songs or sounds it heard in utero, 

such as the theme song to say, Desperate Housewives.

I guess it makes sense, seeing as those sounds remind it of when it was 

tucked in safe and warm in mama's belly.

Dr. Nails has been onto this theory for some time now, 

playing an interesting array of music for the baby including - but not limited to - 

Metallica, Steve Earl, and Rage Against the Machine.  

Now, while I may occasionally appreciate a rousing rendition of 'Guitar town' or 

'Tweeter and the Monkey Man',  I can't help but wonder what sort of long-lasting effects this 

kind of music may have on our unborn child.

Poor Baby.

So, in an attempt to salvage the poor things ears and perhaps it's taste in music as well,

I have finally decided to take matters into my own hands.

An experiment gone awry?

Perhaps, but I guess only time will tell, 

we'll see what this kid is like as a teenager and then point fingers.

In the near future though I think I may insist on music a little more age - appropriate, 

something more along the lines of Neil Young, or maybe Tom Petty.

We just might even have to re-learn the words to 'the wheels on the bus'.

Or is that a song you just make up as you go?

( I don't think the baby will care about the words anyways : )

Editor's Note:

For those of you upset about the positioning of the dresser drawer in the previous post,
my apologies, I was not really aware that there was a protocol to that sort of thing,
I just figured on the bottom the baby wouldn't have as far to fall....