Sold

I told my sisters I would post pictures of our house. Our illegitimate house because... technically we don't own it yet. But when you're this excited, who cares? By the way, I'm doing this post while watching Phineas and Ferb, so I can't account for anything I write.

View of the front of the house. This is actually a picture of a picture on a flyer. I know, got desperate when I realized I never took a picture of the front of the house on the day I took all the pictures.

View of the living room as taken from the front entrance. I really want to put hardwood floor down. Would anyone like to support us financially in order for us to be able to do that. Seriously, it would be like taking 2 weeks off of supporting QVC. Just send your money to us instead of buying those new pink and white pipeline pajamas.

Dining room. I actually like the green color! At this current time, we have no kitchen table and chairs because we sold them before we moved. Once again, I don't like having carpet where we eat, and therefore would like hardwood floor. It has been stinking cold all day today outside. Sorry, that is completely unrelated, but I felt it was note worthy.

The second view of the kitchen is taken from the family room. What is the difference between a living room and a family room? One thing is for sure, we will not have furniture for one of them. So I guess we'll put the furniture we do have in the room with the fireplace. We have a fireplace! A wood burning fireplace! I am beside myself with glee.

The second view of the family room is taken from the upstairs. We have a ceiling fan! I'm beside myself with glee.

Master bedroom.

5 piece master bath. What are the 5 pieces, anyway?!

Spare bedroom 1 which looks exactly like spare bedroom 2 which is why I only took a picture of one of them. This one will be Dawson's room.

Dawson's bathroom which is just down the hall from him. I'm going to teach him to clean it.

Stairs. Most exciting picture.

We have a basement! The ugly carpet and ugly chair will not save me during the event of a tornado, and therefore they will not stay when I move in. Did you know I have a recurring dream about tornadoes? I'm always saved, but I have to go my neighbors childhood neighbors house and go to their cellar. True story.

And now it's time for pictures of the back yard. Which is amazing!

We have a deck! I'm beside myself with glee.

We have a shed! Jason is beside himself with glee.

The amazing landscaped back yard. Ahhh..

Fence Friends.

Greg and Gloria's backyard neighbors had their grandkids over last week. One was a little boy who is just one year older than Dawson. Dawson went out to the backyard to play and when I looked through the kitchen window I could see him talking to himself. Now I'm a huge proponent of imaganery friends. But Dawson didn't stop talking, so I was a bit concerned. I went out to hear what Dawson had to say. And then, his imaganery friend talked back. And I heard it! This is when I figured out it was no small coincidence that Dawson was talking with his nose against the fence. Apparently they had been having quite a young person dialogue.

Dawson had the idea that they could play together by throwing his soccer ball back and forth over the fence. So here are a few videos of Dawson with his real imaganery fence friend.

Breckenridge

Mother's Day weekend we went to Breckenridge. Breckenridge is a quaint little ski resort town. I'm not sure why I said quaint because tons of people go there to ski. But the town was deserted on Mother's Day so I win. As a matter of fact when we first got there, we walked around for about an hour looking for a restaurant that was open so that we could eat. We had to settle for Bubba Gump's.

This is the  view of the ski slopes from the lodge.

On Mother's Day we got up early and went and bought doughnuts and Starbucks and then I asked Jason to take 1.7 million pictures of me with Dawson so that he knows I am his mother.

We had no intention of skiing. As a matter of fact, this time of year that we went is called the mud season there, and they don't have slopes open. If you are agoraphobic, this is the perfect time and place to go on vacation for you.

We only stayed one night. On our drive home we decided to go through a town called Frisco and also drive by Dillon Lake, which is the picture below.

When we got home I got to open my presents. One of which Dawson tried showing me all week long. It was a round cement lawn stone with his hand prints in it. And I also got a manicure/pedicure treatment that I still need to use by the way. I should go right now. 

See ya.

A Boy and His Bike.

Dawson recently got his first bike. I know my mom was struggling with the idea of this. She thought he should ride his plastic hotwheels 3-wheeler until he got his license. I can sympathize since that is what she had me do. If i can just say.. I think little kids look so stinking cute in those helmets. He also has elbow pads and knee pads but we didn't want to go overboard on the good parent thing and ruin our reputation. Overall he had a good first attempt. Just a few variations on a theme of frustration. Such as when he couldn't remember how to get the bike to stop and Jason or I had to run in a panic to stop him. And at first the seat was too short for him and his foot kept sliding off the pedal. Then there was the problem of driving straight and not into oncoming joggers. He's actually only wrecked and fallen off the bike once. That's because I tripped over him.

Easter

So I promised a few people that I would update. So here I am. Although I have no motivation from creativity, only moral obligation. Forgive me if this post lacks excitement or adventure. Maybe I'll throw in a few typos to keep the readers intrigue and suspense alive?Due to my OCD tendency to post in chronological order, the following pictures were taken on Easter Sunday of my little man looking all grown up.
We talked him into holding his cutest baby cousin Mia. The kiss was staged of course.

After our church service we came home and ate and then Dawson got to hunt Easter eggs.

Has anyone out there ever heard of Resurrection Eggs? Just curious.

We tried getting a decent family picture. Didn't really happen did it? I blame the overall nuance of genre specific problematic sanctions. Because I needed some way of making this post interesting. That's the best I could do.

A Lesson in Stupidity

This is the true story of a prank gone awry.

I was unpacking boxes of binders one day in my bosses office. He was out of town on business, but I told him I would take care of this while he was gone. There were 2 large boxes, to be exact, and both were filled with packing peanuts. As the clingy, annoying Styrofoam pieces fell all over the ground, I was struck with a brilliant idea. What if I were to dump all of these packing peanuts in my bosses coat closet, and when he returned the following day, they would all dump out onto the floor and all over him when he opened the door to hang up his coat. Brilliant, I tell you. Brilliant, I say. I had another coworker help me guide the packing peanuts into the closet while I held the box, then I quickly slammed the door shut. Perfect. As I looked around his office though, I saw tiny byproducts of the packing peanuts laying on the ground. I thought to myself, "self, don't leave the evidence lying around! He'll notice something is up the moment he walks in tomorrow morning." So I decided to vacuum. Let me say at this point in the story... in my defense... Even if I hadn't decided to do this lousy stinking prank that I still would have vacuumed his office floor because I would have felt bad for leaving Styrofoam particles all over the place. So I went and grabbed the vacuum. I was nearly finished sweeping when the backward motion of my arm knocked the lamp right off his desk and onto the floor. OH crap! I turned off the sweeper and ran over to the lamp on it's deathbed to assess the damage. There were tiny pieces of the lamp lying on the floor. This was bad. I picked up the lamp and the light and shade hung limp. Let me tell you something. My boss uses this lamp every morning. Right after he hangs up his coat in his closet, he walks over to his desk and turns on this lamp, because he never ever uses the overhead lights. I panicked. I thought through several ideas in order to fix it so that he would never know. I found a lady downstairs who actually had superglue in her purse and she offered it to me. I tried my best to superglue the stupid thing and no matter how long I held the plastic molding in place, each time I let it go, it fell over. So now, I had a broken lamp AND a horrible prank waiting for my boss's return. I decided to be conquered by the broken lamp and give up on that end, but remove all the packing peanuts from his closet. Then my coworker said that I would be an even bigger moron because I would have a broken lamp and no story to go with it. That sealed the deal. Until we realized that the lamp he had on the small round table in his office (where we sit for meetings) was exactly like the one he keeps on his desk! So I switched them out. Breaking the lamp he hardly ever uses was a bit more proper than breaking the one he uses every day. The only problem was, he had the cord ghetto rigged under his desk so that the cord wouldn't hang down, so I had to get the cord back in place just right. Done. I quit for the day, but went home feeling terrible.

The next day, he came in and I was in another part of the building folding mail. So I never got to see his reaction to the packing peanuts falling out, or his reaction when he saw a broken lamp on his table. I walked into his office and he started laughing and asked me what happened. I will say that hardly ANY packing peanuts fell out of the stupid closet! They all clung together in static masses. So.. I explained the entire story and he actually laughed. I grabbed the duct tape I brought from home and he helped me tape it together until I could get a replacement part (which he ended up getting) and then I cleaned up the packing peanut mess. His final statement to me about the whole matter was simply this:

"Joy, there are those who play pranks, and those who are meant to have pranks played on them. You are the latter."

Shake a Booty and Make a Bed

Dawson yelled excitedly to me the other day, "Mommy! Come see! I made my bed!"

Ahhh. Ummm. Good job?

I wanted to fix it. But I didn't it. I had to leave the presence of the bed so that I wouldn't fix it.

Now, I haven't a clue where Dawson came up with this dance, but he does it quite frequently while staring at himself in the mirror.

King Kong and a Birthday.

So I never blogged about Dawson's birthday. Just that we were taking him to the place with the scary mouse named Chuck-E (also the name of a movie which would horrify children by the way).

We had quite the adventure at that germ infested place though.

Check out Dawson's skeeball skills:

I love how excited he gets about this game. After a while, Jason took Dawson to play games while I ran around the place looking for tickets that kids had left behind. Dawson got one extra tootsieroll because I did that.

There is one new game there (I say "new" like I'm a Chuck-E Cheese connoisseur) that is called King Kong something. I actually don't remember the title of the game. But the all you do is hold the handles while the whole machine vibrates. And when the game is over, your hands itch. Jason thought it would be lovely to video tape me doing this:

Of course we took Dawson to Germ E. Cheese on his actual birthday, which was a week night. So we decided to celebrate his birthday and open presents that weekend with family. He fell asleep waiting for everyone to come over and celebrate. Who has ever heard of that? I can't sleep for DAYS before my birthday. That's how excited I am.

I realize the picture is fuzzy. Our camera is broken. We have a set up a "Replace the Broken Camera" fund to which anyone can donate.

Birthday time!

♥MIA♥

My beautiful sweet precious baby niece, Emelia ("Mia") Noel Davis, has made her debut. Born on March 4th at 7:45 pm. 7 lbs 1 oz and 20 1/2 inches long. You can ask her mommy how long labor was. I'm pretty sure it was like 1.9 million hours of labor. This tiny little thing kept me in suspense all day long! That should be illegal. Someone should get arrested for that. Hello Mia. We've waited at least 9 months and 1.9 million hours for you.

The other day on my way to drop Dawson off at daycare, we were talking about one of his friends who has an older brother. Dawson likes the idea of having an older brother. He said "Mommy, when Mia comes out of aunt Nessa's tummy, will she be my big brother?". Politely I told him no and that she would be his cousin. He had nothing to do with that nonsense and threw a fit the likes of which no parent should ever see. So I conceded and told him that indeed, Mia would be his big brother. I figured I'd let his dad explain that one. I needed to drive.

I wondered how Dawson would do with her when we went to the hospital. He was pretty enthralled. He kept wanting to touch her, but he was very gentle. I asked him if wanted mommy to have one of those someday and he said Yeah. I said "a girl?" No. A boy. But I'm not letting Dawson decide.
I will decide.

Dawson spent about 2 minutes with Mia and then spent the rest of his time touching other things in the hospital room he had no business being around. I'm hoping the hospital staff didn't notice that he took the blood pressure gauge off the hook on the wall and tried to flush it down the toilet. that didn't really happen. But it could have.

I couldn't believe how much Mia kept her eyes open. And her cute little nose..Ahhh. What a sweetie.

We love you Mia!

Be a good big brother okay?

Love,

Aunt