Dave was bummed that he didn't have a tux. I told him he's too young to start dating.
Awaiting the Prom-goers at one of our favorite establishments.
The study is now a lovely shade of 'dried grass'.
And we sort of tentatively decided to re-do the fireplace surround. We found this wicked awesome marble tile, but we can't seem to decide if it's exactly what we want. Any comments or suggestions, faithful readers?
The hallway looks much better, now that all the dirty fingerprints are layered under a new coat of paint!
Our brown wall. I call it the 'Wall of chocolate hell'. Not really. But as you can see it was a pain in the butt to paint. The part that joins with the little square of white ceiling is still too tall to reach comfortably with a scaffolding. Ugh. Mike and I agreed that if the living room ever needs to be repainted- we're moving.
Mike's fine bootay and tile work in the "powder room".
In lieu of video to warm the cockles of your heart, I have compiled a top 10 list of my favorite Dave-is-almost-two-isms (and maybe someday Google videos will work).
10. When he randomly starts wishing "Hatty Burtday to you, Mama", and then to the chair, and his bear and the water tower... and his dump truck.
9. When he bends his knees, gets a very serious look on his face, pauses- then states (matter of factly) "I pooped".
8. Sometimes I find him kneeling in the bath water, peeing in the water. He will look up at me and smile with satisfaction, stating "I pooped".
7. He can get his shirt and pants off to tell me it's time for baths, but (in typical boy fashion) if I need or want him to get something, like say, his shoes- he stares at me blankly as if I'm speaking German.
6. He loves to throw away his dirty diapers. He will grab them, run to the trash can, slam dunk them in and say, "Goojob".
5. Although it is disruptive, I love it when he greets the long haired deacon who passes us the Sacrament on Sunday, "Hi, Jesus."
4. On a similar note, It made me laugh (and Mike get a little choked up) yesterday when Dave and I were talking about the water we were drinking from our little Sacrament cups- delving deeply into the significance of it (The water helps us remember that we should say 'I'm sorry')- when all of a sudden Dave loudly piped up, "I'm sorry, Jesus."
3. Dave loves shoes. He puts on everybody's shoes and clomps around in them. If you come to our house and have some funky shoes or shoes he likes on- be aware that you may have a temporary fixture attached to your leg during your visit. Unless you take your shoes off. Then I hope you don't have athlete's foot.
2. In order to get more Dave kisses, I tricked him into giving me kisses- telling him that I would "jump for joy" if he gave me one. Now all he wants to do is kiss his mama and "Jumpy joy!".
1. Cheese-A-Rama time. My absolute favorite thing Dave does is when he randomly says Love You, Mama ( Udd you, Mama ). It happens most often when I'm not around. Mike will tell me he calls it out when looking for me or after I leave for work. When I do hear it, though- it brings my little heart more joy than it can hold.
We took an afternoon off working at the house to go take some pictures in a bluebonnet field. It's the first time we've done it, but it was fun- so maybe it's a tradition that will continue. In other news- congrats to Bone Sr. and her Hubby who just received a little bundle of joy from ye olde stork. Three cheers for little boys! (What will I do if I have a daughter?)
Jen and I found some eggs full of dental hygiene products. Good thing, because we needed them!
My birthday was exciting. I don't think it has ever snowed on my birthday. Perhaps mother nature is trying to show me that it's all downhill after you're closer to 30 than 20. That won't keep me from acting my shoe size, though. (Note the key lime pie smeared across my nose whilst licking the pie tin. Mature, Barb. Real mature.)
Dave did get an Easter basket. He was most excited about the one dollar pail and shovel which he lovingly dubbed "Beach". Oh, and the candy, of course. And he loved playing with my cousin's little dog before our Sunday Easter feast. We're still not getting a dog, though.
To inquiring minds: We are still working on our house. We almost have the floors ready to lay tile and we have some of the walls painted. It is a large undertaking, but we're getting there. I need to take my camera over and take pictures of the shambles soon! Oh and I mowed the lawn yesterday. It is a surreal feeling to mow your own lawn. Also Mike got into grad school for the fall! (He won't brag about it so I guess I can :). He'll be commuting UNT for their MPA program. Woo Hoo! My hunne's gon be edumacated. Go eagles!
On one of our many trips to the local discount home and grocery supply store (trying to find a sponge to suck excess water out of our temporarily relocated toilets) Mike and I noticed some very interesting items on sale. You know those pre-stuffed Easter baskets that you always pined for as a kid? Two words: half off. Dave's little hands were shaking in anticipation as he yelled at us, "Nopenit! Nopenit!! Pleeeeease??". The belated Easter treat turned out to be all that it claimed:
Until later that night, when the front wheel went missing.
Maybe this is what happened to 