Saturday, April 23, 2011
McKenzie has come down with a chronic case of the "me do its." I'm afraid there may be no cure. This isn't always a problem; when we are not in a rush a I have no problem letting her put on her own shoes (which she can't do on her own, try as she might) and I'm more than willing to let her climb the stairs (it allows me to go up without her sitting on my enormous belly). However, while I want to foster her sense of independence, letting her do everything on her own is simply not an option. When I try to explain to her that she cannot pour the milk from the gallon jug onto her cereal because it will most likely spill all over the place she screams and further insists, "Me do it!" When mommy is exhausted at 7:00 at night and Kenzie wants to dress herself in her pjs but mommy wants her to be in bed before next week, she screams and insists, "me do it!" Frankly, it's exhausting.
There is one "me do it" that I find rather endearing, though. I wish I could get a video because it is so precious. When we take walks Kenzie will often hold my hand. Sometimes I will ask her if she wants to hold my hand and she will insist, "me do it." Then she will grab her left hand with her right hand and walk down the driveway holding tight to herself. I'm not sure what she thinks she is accomplishing by holding her own hand, but it's the cutest thing.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I had a dream the other night that I gave birth to a baby boy. I woke up in a panic. Not because I don't want a boy, but because we haven't pondered any male names. It has been so hard to come up with a name we love for a girl, the thought of having a boy (surprise!) then only having 48 hours to come up with a name is terrifying. Dustin has assured me that it was just a dream and I shouldn't put too much stock in it. My O.B. has only seen the sex of the baby incorrectly diagnosed three times in her career. That should put me at ease.
Since this dream, however, I have had countless strangers in the grocery store, at the mall, at the dry cleaners tell me that I must be having a boy because of the way I am carrying. Oh boy.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Over the past nine months Dustin has been carrying and nurturing a baby of his own. Last September he took on a "side job" (read: second job that was just as taxing as his full-time employment) creating a beautiful home library for another teacher at his school. He put in over 700 hours completing this job and has worked a lot of very late nights. Due to one last hiccup involving the finish on the floor, the job isn't quite complete, but it will be done by week's end.
While it was difficult for me (and him) to have him working late nights and weekends for the past few months, it was impossible not to be proud and impressed when I saw the final product. He is extremely talented and I am so proud to say that my husband built this.
|The brown panels are fabric that allow air flow for the media components inside.|
|Yeah, it's a lot of shelves!|
|Dustin's brother, Alan, did all the electrical work in the room.|
Note how the bottom of the top drawer and the top of the bottom drawer
are from the same piece of wood. Same for the panels.
Dustin's attention to such details is impeccable.
|That's a wine nook. Every library needs a wine fridge, no?|
|The drawers along this window are designed to hold file folders.|