Pregnancy Strikes Again

My neighbor said, "So was that your pregnancy oops?"  "Yes, I guess it was." 

On Tuesday, I backed through our garage door.  Seriously.  It sounds a bit worse than it was, because I only backed through part of it and I didn't tear the whole thing up or damage the car terribly.  I was so mad at myself, I boo hooed like a baby.  Did I mention that we just replaced our garage door complete with new opener not three months ago?  Our garage door had seen better days, rusting out, some of the trim was hanging off (we won't mention how it got torn) and the opener sounded like it could launch a shuttle.  So we upgraded the 1975 garage door with a new 2010 verision that has all the bells and whistles.  For one, it has the safety laser at the bottom.  Nice.  There are some other lovely features that I won't go into.  Regardless, I backed into it. 

My DH was just exactly that.  I called him, crying.  He said all the right things, took part of the blame, asked if he should come home and when I said no, came home anyway.  He used his man strength to get the door out of the way so I could actually get my SUV out of the garage, never to be entered again.  Or at least until this baby is born and I am not crazy lady. 

I DID NOT take a picture of failure as a driver.  I decided my memory was the perfect location for that image. 

The lower panel and the weather stripping was replaced today!  Thank you to the workmen who have been to my house multiple times to install the same door.  I truly will try and not damage this one.

Tomatoes Will Be Here Soon

The garden is coming along.  Lots of growth with all of this rain and really hot weather, I think the tomatoes like it at least.  Can't wait for the kids to be able to pick some veggies!

No Camp Austin This Year

We have been known, in past years, to do this thing called "Camp Austin".  We no longer live in Austin and it isn't really camp, because it involves our nieces and nephews.  Here is the story behind Camp Austin:

Before we had kids, once upon a time, we went on a mini vacation with Jeff's sister and her family to Gulf Shores.  We had a great time playing with our three nephews in the sand and the surf.  We thought it was great because we were there with them for meals, downtime, play time, all of it.  On the plane ride back to Texas, I don't know which one of us came up with it, but basically we were worried that by living all the way in Texas we wouldn't have a relationship with our nieces and nephews.  Six of our nephews lived in Missouri and we had two nieces and a nephew in Pennsylvania.  How would we get to know these kids when they were so far away?

On the ride home, we schemed that somehow we needed to convince their parents to allow us to take their lovely children for a week in Austin, at our house.  It was actually very easy to convince them.  My sister came and helped out, we had them for five nights and we even employed a few of our Texas friends to help out a bit.  Jeff flew to PA to pick up the girls, their baby brother had just been born.  My sister and I drove to Missouri and picked up five boys under the age of nine, good times.  It was great, all of the kiddos got along and we ended up doing it again twice once we had moved to Missouri.  Last year, we opted out and instead spent some quality time with both sides of our family, parents included.  This year, we again opted out because I am prego and Camp Austin would have seriously exhausted me.

However, we did invite six of our nieces and nephews to our house for the weekend.  This proved plenty for the pregnant lady.  We hope to do a true Camp Austin again, at least one more before our oldest niece is out of high school and hopefully more for the younger kiddos.  But this year, we relaxed.  Here are some pics of our funny, bright, high energy and completely loveable group.

Father's Day and When A Three Year Cleans Up Her Own Mess

Father's Day was kind of confusing this year.  I kept calling it "Daddy's Day" and Mia thought that meant that she was going up to school to play with Daddy, because they have a day in the Spring when Dad's are invited to some structured activities at school.  She was very disappointed.  She really wanted a craft. 

Jac thought it was his birthday, which is coming up in July.  So there was a pretend cake and an exuberant singing of "Happy Father's Day" sung to the tune of "Happy Birthday". 

I need to show you the shot of Mia's clean up attempt.  Evidently she didn't make it to the toilet in time.....