It's a...

BOY!

All day I have been trying to talk myself into it being a girl, mostly because I didn't want to be disappointed if it was. Wouldn't that have been sad?
But, no fear, just as we both wanted, it is indeed a boy, and he wasn't bashful about sharing.

He (I can say that now without a sense of guilt) looks perfectly healthy and well. The doctor said more than once what a mover he was. He just wouldn't sit still, but I still haven't even felt him! He weighs 9 oz and is just the right size to be 19 weeks, still putting my due date on December 18th.

He sucked his thumb for us, and some other cute things, so I'll get the photos scanned and posted soon. I just wanted to share our happy news.
A boy...

Trapped!

I went to the basement a few minutes ago to add more to the growing pile (we haven't bought shelving yet) because the missionaries are coming for dinner and I am trying to clean up. We haven't been down there in at least a week, and to my astonishment I saw a frantic chipmunk scrabbling around in the window-well. When we bought the house we thought it was odd that the window-well outside hadn't been covered since it is so deep. Our basement was built in order to allow for one bedroom in the basement because of this egress window (it was one of our requirements as we were house hunting). It has been on our to-do list to purchase a covering, but I just up-ed its priority!As you can see, many things have fallen in. The milk jug is no longer my biggest worry! Do you see the little guys?

So, I called my mom and asked her what I should do. She said I should put a board down there so they could climb out on it. Since we didn't have anything long enough, I had to go over to our neighbor's house, and he found me a 2-by-4. (Yeah, that didn't fall in.) Anyway, do you think they'll crawl out? Did I scare them? Of all the animals (and you all know how much I avoid animals), I have always really liked chipmunks. I remember one Christmas my brother Rob and I made a gingerbread house. Around New Year's, we took it outside to see if any animals would eat it. There was this one chipmunk (at least we always assumed it was the same one) that would come and eat and eat at it. We would watch him for hours pick up little peppermints and pretzels and move his little jaw so quick! Yes, of all animals, I have always just adored chipmunks. Now, I have two trapped chipmunks that may end up just like the skull that is all ready down there! Hey, little guy, do you really want this to be your fate?

I know I just need to be patient and they should crawl out on their own, but I really want to throw them down some food. Grapes? Bread? I just don't want to be held responsible for their deaths! HELP!

Memories

Here is a fun little game I found on my friend Nicci's blog.

Leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you've known me for a short time, or a long time. Anything you remember!

Next, re-post these instructions on your blog, and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty fun to see the responses.

If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game, and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

On your mark...get set...blog your memories!!

16 Weeks

So I know it looks like I am "trying" to look pregnant, but I promise my normal clothes totally don't fit, and I really can't button my jeans or anything. So... no snickering from the "experienced" moms.

Mowing the Lawn

I have now been unemployed for a month. As a school teacher, the guilt certainly hasn't begun to set in. I'm expecting it around the end of August.

As the unemployed wife, I have many tasks now which I used to pawn off on Ryan. For instance, I now have to do the grocery shopping. Before I was pregnant, we'd go together and see how quickly we could get through our lists and meet at the register. My first trimester, Ryan saved me and allowed me to privately puke at home while he experienced the varied smells of the grocery store. But now, I must venture to the grocery store on my own each week.

Another task I have recently acquired is mowing the lawn. Today was my first experience with this new job. I was supposed to mow it last week, but my parents came to visit, were thoroughly repulsed, and my dad saved the day. (THANKS DAD!)

Let me give you a not-so-quick run-down of my morning:

8:15 Open the garage and look at the mower.

8:20 Try to start the mower three times.

8:25 Decide that since I can't get the gas cap off, it must not need gas.

8:30 Find the bag, scratch my arm on the handle, and attach it.

8:35 Look at the front yard and discover a man with a measuring tape stretched across our front yard digging a hole in the neighbor's yard.

8:40 Sit down in front of the tv to watch The Today Show.

9:00 Look out the window and discover the "digging" man is gone.

9:01 Open the garage and look at the mower.

9:05 After trying to start the mower three times, I find the squirt can Ryan told me about in my foggy early morning daze.

9:10 Examine the mower to see if I can figure out where to squirt it, go inside, and send a text to Ryan asking him. Sit down to watch more of the Today Show.

9:30 Open the garage and look at the mower.

9:35 After trying to start the mower twice, I start squirting the can all over the sides. (didn't I see Ryan do something like this two weeks ago?)

9:40 On the 2nd try, the mower starts!

9:50 After mowing half of the front yard, I release the handle to empty the bag, and the mower turns off.

10:00 After trying to start the mower three times, I get the squirt can, squirt it all over, and yank the cord. It starts.

10:10 Finishing the front yard, I release the handle to empty the bag, and the mower turns off.

10:11 I try to start it, it doesn't start, I get the squirt can, I squirt it all over, and I yank the cord. The mower doesn't start. (Neighbors, what do you think of the weak, new girl who can't mow her lawn?)

10:13 I go inside, get a drink of water, and send a text to Ryan: "Never mind."

10:15 I casually stroll back to the beast. I squirt. I yank. I rest. I squirt. I yank. I squirt. I rest. I yank again. (Now the neighbors must really be enjoying their morning show...)

10:20 I squirt. I yank. Nothing. No luck. The dang thing won't start.

10:30 I join Drew Carrey for the Showcase Showdown.

11:00 I venture back out armed with packing tape and a blade. I strap the handle down and squirt all over. I yank, and it STARTS!

11:10 I release the bar, which is safely taped in place, remove the now-full-again bag (Why don't they make the dang bags bigger anyway?!), and get sprayed with grass. The front wheels are spinning. I am holding the bag in one hand, and I am desperately attempting to release the knob which engages the forward wheels. Then I see it: "Engage bar, then engage wheels." Oh, do you mean the bar I securely taped down so I wouldn't have to yank anymore?! That bar would probably have to be released to make the stupid wheels stop spinning, wouldn't it?

11:12 I drop the full bag of grass (which dumps out), attack the mower (which has now dug a hole in the yard with its spinning front wheels) firmly with two hands, and decide to forget the stupid bag!

11:30 The task is done.

Didn't think mowing the lawn could be so eventful, did ya? That's what you get when your husband finds a broken mower on the curb with someone's garbage, spends 1/2 of a day fixing it, and insists it's as good as a new one.

I'd disagree.

Fireworks Done Right

I love the Fourth of July. In fact, it is my all-time favorite holiday. I love the BBQs, the red/white/blue decorations, the waving American flags, the day off from work, the parades, and (of course) the FIREWORKS! I like to get to the fireworks early and set up camp and wander around the booths and chat with "the locals."

Last year I was in Madison for the 4th, and Ryan was in Washington at a family reunion. I hitched a ride with some friends (THANKS SHEENA AND JOHNNY!), and we couldn't find a place to park. We finally found a place to sit, but I couldn't really see and the BOOMS were far away.

This year Ryan out-did himself. Thursday night we attended the "family-friendly" fireworks. They were held at the ampitheater by the zoo. While the local symphony performed, we walked around and visited the carnival-like booths. All the music during the show was classical. It was great, and we had a great view.

Friday night we attended the "younger-crowd" fireworks. They were held downtown on the riverfront. While a local band performed, we walked around. All the music during the show was the regular Independence Day stuff. It was great, and the booms were so loud, they actually hurt my ear drums.

Ryan has definitely made up for leaving me last year. It was a great 4th of July. I hope everyone enjoyed their BBQs and fireworks. Happy Independence Day!