Friday, October 30, 2009

All Hallows Eve - Eve

Ty's on call tomorrow, and being as it's Halloween, we're not expecting him to be around much. Doesn't Halloween seems like the prime night for dog bites, people getting jumped and other facial trauma issues he'll have to attend to?
So, we had our family Halloween party early.
We ate witch fingers, mummies, rotten apple teeth, {which resembled some of Ty's patients mouths}, and witches brew.

{Thank you Grandma for the cute plates, napkins and witches brew.}

And the little lady bug put on her costume so we could take some pictures.

I love all the leaves in our yard. Have I mentioned how beautiful the fall is here? It's seriously gorgeous.
This is one lady bug who is super excited to get her "trick-or-treaty" on.
Hope you all have a fun and safe Halloween. Although I know a great Dr. if you happen to encounter any Halloween facial trauma...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

About to pop.

Mckinlay: "Come feel my baby kicking."

Friday, October 23, 2009

Dominoes anyone?

Last time I checked, normal people don't gut their bathrooms, especially the only bathroom with a shower in it, a few weeks before their baby is due. Right?

Well, I guess we're not normal, because that is just what we are doing.

We've had some tiles in our shower that we're starting to bulge a little and we knew we'd have to get it fixed eventually. We've just been keeping an eye on it, but it seem like over night it got bad. Really bad. Like some of the tiles have cracked and the wall is soggy enough behind them that you can push some of the tile in. Yuck. Pretty much, this needs to be taken care of yesterday, before the walls get even more wet and before the water leaks down into the kitchen any more than it already has (which thankfully is very little and can be fixed with a coat of paint).

In our short time living in this house, we've come to realize home repairs, especially in an old home, are like Dominoes. One thing goes wrong, and it starts a lovely chain of other repairs to follow.

Let me expound:

Our home was built in 1940. Therefore the tiles used on the walls can not be matched. So there goes the possibility of just replacing the bad areas. And lucky us, our entire bathroom is tiled, so that means we get to re-tile the whole room. The cast iron tub needs to be taken out to get to the potentially bad wood behind it and it only has a few years left before it is going to rust out anyway, so it needs to be replaced. While the tile is off the walls, naturally you replace the faucets and plumbing because they are the originals and could go at any time. If they break say in a year from now, there goes our new tile since we'd have to take it off to access the plumbing. Also they don't make tubs the same shape as they did in the good ol' 40's, so there is going to be a gap between the tub and the original 1940's mosaic tile floor, which unfortunately, can't be matched either. So add a new floor to the list...

See what I mean about dominoes? Did I mention we had to get a new roof last month? Ty says, "we're never buying a used home again." {I think by "used" he means more than 10-15 years old.} :) But that is the nature of living here in Cleveland. All the homes are old and it seams all home owners encounter these same problems. You should hear some of the stories our friends at church can tell. And I'm sure we'll have more to tell by the time we're through here.

On the bright side, we get a perdy new bathroom and we won't have to worry {fingers crossed} about it falling apart on us over the next 5 years.

Really, I'm not trying to complain here. I just want to log this experience, since this is basically my journal, and I think it is kinda funny. We really do love our house and are happy in it. We're warm, dry {now} and really comfy. Our house feels like home. We were just a little surprised with how quickly we have been initiated as full fledged home owners, repairs and all.

We're cutting it close. Heaven help us if this babe comes early {can you imagine coming home from the hospital to no shower!? Yuck.}! The timing is bad, but oh well. I'm excited for our sparkly new bathroom.

Wanna come see it when it's done? You're welcome to visit us any time. 'Cause Cleveland is awesome. Or at least we like to think we are.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

It starts.

I've sported many a matching outfit in my day.
And I have many the pictures to prove it.
If you will:

The brother and sister match.


The sister {and coordinating brother} match.

The fam match.
{If only I had a picture of us in our Laura Ashley Glory!}

The traditional jammie match.

And lest we forget:
the cousin match.
{And man did I have a hard time choosing which picture to use here. I swear, there are millions, but this had all the right elements. Bangs. Shoulder pads. Perm. Glasses. Coolot onesie. Grandma's flocked tree.}
And look what I just did:
My first, of many, daughter match.
So excited for my girls to add their picture to the matching collection. 'Cause let's be honest, we really only do it for the picture, right?

"My girls."
That's fun to say.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

"I see a fire truck -- a big red shiny fire truck..."

We went to the the fire station this morning with some friends from church. I knew Mckinlay would be super excited, so I didn't tell her we were going until this morning to save me from having to answer "Is it time to go to the fire station now!?" over and over again.

As it was, all morning I heard: "Do I get to go inside the fire station? Fun! With my friends? Fun! Do I get to go in the fire truck? And walk around? Fun! Is it time to go now!? Are you coming with me? Fun!"

Mckinlay was the first to volunteer for everything. She wasn't going to miss out on a thing. She pretty much thought it was the coolest place. Ever.
Afterwards we ran a few errands and everyone we saw got to hear about our trip to the fire station and how she got to look inside the ambulance and ride in the truck and wear the fireman's clothes and she got a fire hat to keep. Then she'd add that she is going to be a ladybug for Halloween.
I had a fun day too. Reminded me of when Pappio use to take us kids to the Manoa fire station. It's so fun that I get to do things like this now with my little gal pal.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Spoiled.

Ty started a new rotation at a VA hospital for the next three months. We L-O-V-E it because it means he has been around a lot. Last week we went to dinner as a family, to an afternoon movie and made halloween sugar cookies.


Since yesterday was Columbus Day, and he is at a State Run Hospital right now, he had the day off! Wahoo! The rain spoiled all our plans...so we decieded to give the fireplace a whirl.


If you'll notice the chocolate in Mckinlay's hand, you can understand why she is dancing. She wasn't about to wait for roasted mallows for s'mores. Ty and I were just lucky there was a little chocolate left by the time our mallows were done.


Today Mckinlay and I spent the morning in our sweats, dancing to this:


{"I want the puppet song again!"}

watching this cat chase 3 squirles up the tree and wait...
{poor squirles look so scared!}

and making {and eating}"One Bowl Apple Cake."

We like fall. And we like Daddy.

Did I mention this rotation lasts for 3 months!?
Yeah, we're feeling pretty spoiled.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Today in the shower I started singing:

"If you'll look in our windows then here's what you see:
Breezy going to gym at 3 (AM!)
Al with her new hair is sassy and cute,
Meghan's tromping around in real tall boots.
Annie's putting on her running shoes,
Katie says: "Which lipstick? I can never choose!"
Brea's telling us about our anatomy,
We're the 137 happy Family!"
{Sung to the tune of "Popcorn Popping" and this may, or may not, have been inspired by Ty's roomates who liked to look in our windows.}


Gotta love days when that pops into my head.

How I love ya gals!

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Elder McKinlay

This guy heads to the MTC today.

Isn't he the cutest missionary? Ever?
{photo by the ever talented Emily}


We're so proud of you Tyler. We love you, are so "humbly proud", and are praying for you. Mckinlay already has an envelope of treasures to send you. We're just waiting on your address.


Here's hopin' the bathrooms in Louisiana are a little bigger than ours.

We like to call him Hagrid in this photo.

{Taken when he came to visit last month. He's on his knees shaving in our Mckinlay sized 1/2 bathroom.}