Not an absolute

It has been decided on completely, but his name is most likely going to be.....

Colton Jesse

Jeff picked out Colt (because of his love of guns-is is bad you pick your childs name from firearms? better than malt liqour I guess!!!) and Jesse was my Mom's maiden name.

 Both of our children will carry their great grandparents names.

What is in a Name?

We think we have decided on a name, but nothing is 100%. Right now the initials are C.J.S.
Anybody want to guess??

Don't cheat if you do know what we are considering!!

First Purchases

joliem6201                                                charliemai

Aren't these soooo cute? I have decided that I want something cuter than the hospital provides for the baby!!
I got them both from etsy sellers. If you haven't check out etsy (etsy.com), please do. All handmade items, you cannot beat the prices or the quality.

18 wks, Mice and How not to get paint in your eye!

Where do I even start with a title like that?? I was not going to post this picture for several reasons, no makeup (paint in the eye story to come) and my outfit. We were working outside and it was hot. Jeff took a picture with my shirt down and said you couldn't tell the size of my stomach. So the picture with it folded up. It reminds me of the 1/2 shirts that were worn in the 80's, can't believe those went out of style.

I decided last summer to make curtains for one end of our screened porch, but did not want to pay for a curtain rod. So I decided to try the pvc rod approach. We ended up having to buy several wooden dowels since the span was fairly long and it bowed some in the center. I spray painted the pvc pipe but it had worn off  in several spots. So I got out the can and decided to cover up the spots before I rehung the curtains this year.

Well the paint would not come out. I noticed the hole was clogged up and started to pick out the gunk. Well, enough must have gotten cleared away from the hole and with the backed up pressure from trying to spray previously, I got an eye-ful of spray paint!! WOW did that hurt-oooheee. I went yelling into the house as Jeff is trying to drown me with the water nozzle. Finally when I came up for air and he realized I was ok, he started laughing at me. Of course I knew I must look amazing.

Wet head, no makeup and an eye that resembled Spot the dog. After much damage to the tender skin around my eye (so much for preventing wrinkles around the eye) I did finally get all the paint off.

Word to the wise, don't clear the clogged spray paint while pointing it at your face!!!

Another whole topic is mice. I am COMPLETELY terrified of them. I have never seen one in anyplace that I have ever lived until moving into Jeff's house. Needless to say I stood on the arm of the couch for over 2 hours until somebody finally came over with traps. We solved the problem at that house, but moved. We have never had an issue at our current house and we have lived there for 4+ years now. Until recently.

I have been woken up around 4am to what sounds like somebody drilling through my ceiling directly above my bed!!! It was sooo loud, I surely thought it was a giant squirrel. Jeff assured me it was just a field mouse!! WHAT?!?!?!!?

How the heck has a mouse gotten in our attic after 4 years?

It was captured and I finally relaxed until two night ago. The noise is back, but in a different area of the ceiling.

What in the world is going on??? So back are the traps with a few more for added protection (mine of course, not the mouse). We (Jeff, because I refuse to go look) cannot figure out where they are squeezing their little bodies into our attic or what the sudden draw is.

It will be resolved, even if I have to have 1/2 the house torn down and rebuilt to ensure it is all sealed properly.

Happy Tuesday~

Baby Boy Bedding

Baby boy bedding is here!! We did very simple no theme, that way we can do what we want with decor and change when we want.

I love it even more in person, so excited to get started on the room.

Where are you?

That is how I feel about myself, where am I? As I go through the days I am physically present, but mentally seem to be out in lala land. After our ultrasound last Tuesday we were cleaning up from dinner and it occurred to me that I didn't seem to be acting as excited about this ultrasound as we were with Walker. As I mentioned this to my husband I had to admit that it is because I am TERRIFED.

It is almost like if we don't get attached it won't hurt as badly if something happens. Don't get me wrong we are VERY excited, but we know what is at stake and what can happen.

We were generously given clothes from a friend of ours and I decided it was time to sort through what we already had and what she had given us. It was so emotional to go through all of Walker's clothes. It was certainly a walk down memory lane. It was as though I relived some of the days he wore certain outfits. It was hard, it was painful. Espically at a time I should be over the moon about a new life and a part of me is. It is almost like I am betraying Walker, by being so excited about his brother.

We are using the same furniture and a few of the same clothes, mostly only PJ's. Everything else will be new and different. We know this baby is not Walker but his baby brother. This child deserves to be his own self not live in Walker's shadow. But I feel like I live through Walker's shadow, through his memory sometimes.

It feels as though I am two people now, one living in the past with one son and moving on with another son. Walker taught us so much as parents and even more as human beings who suffered great tragedy. I believe we will be even better parents (a little more cautious at times) because of what we have learned and have become through his passing.

We know how blessed we are to be welcoming another son into this world, we grieved over the loss of Walker and the inability to get pregnant for so many years. We are trying to relax and know that everything we be okay. We are excited (although nervous) about our son coming into this world, we can't wait to meet him and hold him in our arms.