Going... going... gone?

It is only wishful thinking that summer is gone for another year here in Texas...  While other parts of the country are enjoying autumn colors, jeans and hoodies, we are still in and out of the pools and running our AC much too high.  Here are a few of the 300 pictures Matt's dad took testing out his new fancy camera as we were playing with Murph in the pool the other day!

The fam... for about 3 more months

We told you our dog was awesome!

But sometimes a little bit obnoxious... and did we mention he is massive? We only put the cute little puppy picture on his profile so people wouldn't be scared to come over to our house...

Ah I love my babes... I hope the baby looks just like him!

Dear Pink Tile Bathroom...

You are a son of a bitch. Your imposible to sweep, vaccum, or mop up dry wall dust oozing onto every surface of my house... Your 3 inch concrete laced tile floor that busted matts rotator cuff before he submitted to your will and rented a jack hammer... Your hidden surprises of mold/wood rot behind the shower drywall, and a completely decomposed mouse skeleton above the medicine cabinet... Your never ending pile of debris littering my yard that Murphy chews and then throws up on my one nice rug...  I hope you die a bloody death, and we never have to see your pepto bismal/ ugly black flower wallpapered face again.
Love Jan

Acrosticly Pregnant

P is for PLANNED PARENTING. After several years of trying on our own, we used a fertility specialist to get pregnant. We are glad that part is over, but grateful for medical advances and services here in Houston that helped us to start our family.

R is for RELIEF and REALLY EXCITED. We were one month away from using Invitro, and had started looking into adoption options when we found out we were pregnant.

E is for EN ROUTE TO MEXICO. After we found out we took our first official ( non-back home to Canada) vacation since we were married 5 years ago, and spent a week on the beach at an all inclusive resort south of Cancun.

G is for GIRL OR BOY? Matt wanted a girl. I wanted a boy. I won, and so did my dad with an unfair insider trading bet with mom.

N is for NO NEW AGE NUTRITION. My organic, dairy free, holistic diet hit the trash with the first trimester. Good intentions and habits count for squat when all you can stomach are lemonade, hamburgers and mash potatoes.

A is for ALOT OF MOVEMENT. Baby hasn't stopped kicking, flipping, or wiggling in about a month. At first very cool, now not so much especially in the middle of the night.(is it bad parenting to yell at your kid before they are even out of your body?)

N is for NOT TRYING TO BE NEUROTIC/ OCD. My "lets make a plan" instinct is being suppressed as much as possible as we get ready for the baby. Im not deciding on Yes or No to epidurals or other birthing plans... I know myself and if I make a plan and things don't go according to it... its not good times for anyone. Better to just know my options and then see how it goes during.

T is for TIME TO WAIT. The second trimester has flown by, but with an evergrowing girth and several months to go the waiting might be hard. But it is a good thing there are 9 months... because it is going to take that long to teach Murphy not to rip up baby toys, sleepers and diapers. Poor puppy... isn't going to know what hit him!