Our Lips Are Sealed

Sunday, July 21st, we found out there was going to be a little more snow in March 2014! However, 3 days later we knew we were keeping this a secret a little longer than usual. That day is when my Brother-in-law called to tell us they were expecting! We decided we were not going to rain on their parade or steal any of the excitement away from them. We would just wait until after they announced their good news to share ours. Zzziiiiiipp! Our lips are sealed!

Life went on with us though... Sickness had set in and I just didn't feel right so I got the magic little pregnancy stick out. It seemed like as fast as I peed on it, it changed to two pink 'pregnant' lines. Fortunately, my morning sickness contains mostly a nauseous feeling and not actually much throwing up. i had cases of the sleepies too. We had our first doctor's appointment on August 9 and that is when we were given a March 6th due date. Our next appointment was September 5th. As usual, it took longer to get to the appointment than we were actually with the doctor. 

Saturday, September 14th, we were traveling to Enid for a friend's baby shower and my birthday lunch with the family. Little did they know we had a surprise for them!

Kinley doesn't look thrilled but secretly I think she is

With the hoopla of taking a cake picture it was a little chaotic and crazy for the family to also read Kinley's shirt (that happened to be the same shirt Tobie wore for her big news reveal). After Pa realized what was going on, he said, "Preston, what the hell have you been doing to my granddaughter?" That witty old man!

I told my principal the following Tuesday. He didn't believe until I said, "Yes, I'm having a baby. In March." He informed me he was no longer going to hire young teachers because all we do is have babies. I told him it was less stress to work for 3/4 of the school year so that's why we all keep having babies. His main concern was whether or not I would be returning to work in the fall.

My teacher friends found out at girls night on Thursday (9/19) and facebook and the world got the news that night.

"They say no two Snowflakes are alike. We'll find out in March when our second little Snowflake comes along."

See?! She is happy!

It is heart warming to have so many people (in the real world and via facebook) be excited for your expanding family. More to come on this little bundle of joy!

Building a New Chapter

Starting on May 24, 2013, we officially decided to build a new chapter to our life. Snow'd Inn will be relocating! According to the contract, we should be in by the end of November. 

Even though our new place will be not be far from our current home, it is a little bittersweet to be moving out of our first home. I am one of those sentimental people that would stay here forever if I could. I mean, I grew up in the same house my entire life. 

For me, it seemed like a fast thing. One day, we are looking around at lots; the next thing I know, Hubby has already talked to one of the builders in the neighborhood. What that sneaky little guy does on his lunch break while he is so close to home will always be a little bit of a mystery to me... until it surfaces. With another blink of my eyes, we have signed on the dotted line to start building. While I did not do a whole lot of research into what type of floor plan, how big to make the pieces of wood for the frame, etc, Hubby did! Thanks to pinterest, I see all of these fun ideas (hidey holes under the stairs, drawers as stairs, lofts in tall rooms, slides to get downstairs, the list could go on!) so it is probably best that he did all the leg work in that area or we may still be looking at floor plans.

When he asked me what kind of house I wanted to build I said, "It doesn't matter. I would live anywhere with you." That is the truth too. I'll go anywhere with my little family.

So... with the lack of pictures lately, we get to jump right on ahead to an almost complete house!

standing at our future front door (6/29/2013)

(8/12/2013)

(10/4/2013)

Lots to document

So much to catch up on... So little space (like none) to post pictures. I think I may break down and buy space so I can properly document our life. Seems silly but also like something that I like to be able to look back on and see.

I have been told by my Pa, "that the blog isn't worth shit anymore."

I am on my way to fixing that! Like I started a new post and it let me add a picture! We'll see if I can post it with the picture too!!! I just might do a happy little dance!

I'm going to test it now... hopefully this sweet little face can tide us all over....

Cross your fingers and toes, people!

It's the little things...

...That can make you smile and feel appreciated.

According to this snazzy certificate I got in the mail, 2,132 ounces is the official donation count to the milk bank. That is almost 17 gallons of milk! I can't believe my body was able to make all that (plus what Kinley consumed) How fascinating and amazing!

(They must have read my blog about paying off my student loans and not receiving a certificate.) 

Someone Lost a Job...

... and their name would be Scrubbin' Bubbles! Sorry for the slight cardio I may have given all four of you faithful readers. I figure since I haven't posted lately, the title had to be dramatic.

Our bathtub generally didn’t get much use until Kinley came along. The occasional Tobie bath and rare uses by visitors (not that our visitors don’t shower, it’s just that we don’t have too many overnight visitors) warranted for a bi-yearly cleaning. Did we really only clean the tub twice a year? I don’t know but it sure isn’t something I stress about when cleaning for bunco or small gatherings.

Anywho, the tub was pretty gross from Kinley’s bath time. Hubby commented how we needed to give it a good scrubbing. So naturally, I retreated to pinterest to find the DIY bathtub cleaner recipe. I had seen it before but hadn’t paid a whole lot of attention to it since I didn’t feel the tub was that terrible. Many ‘pinners’ swore by it and it was simple to make. I actually had the ingredients at home.

½ cup dish soap (the recipe said blue Dawn but I used orange Ajax and it worked)

½ cup vinegar

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he recipe said put it in a spray bottle, spray it on, let it set and then wipe it down. I didn’t use a spray bottle. Just a bowl and sponge. I also didn’t let it set; I just gave it a little scrub and rinsed it off.

As I said earlier, Scrubbin’ Bubbles lost a job at our house! Fair warning, it doesn’t smell good but it works well! So well, that I blogged about it! (1-because it really worked and 2-because who really wants to see a picture of my dirty bathtub? No one.)

On the Move

Last night while skyping with Nandy and Pa, Kinley gave us a good show! 

I think she liked having an audience who was cheering loudly for her! So glad they got to see her first little solo walking experience.

This isn't from when she actually did it but, of course, we made her do it again and again. She won't stand up and take off on her own but I'm okay with that! 

One step at a time! literally.

Really?!

Yes, we really had this mailed to us by someone in our neighborhood. Address typed with a typewriter on the envelope and nothing else.

I have a lot to say about this....

1- REALLY?!?!

2- if you are brave enough to write the letter, sign it. Wuss. Or you are afraid of how one might comment on the appearance of your yard?

3- how many letters did you write and use your typewriter to address it? Did you write a letter to the houses that desperately need repainted? Or the one with 4 cars in the driveway, 2 in the street (blocking the fire hydrant and my driveway) and none in their garage? Or the one with more weeds than grass? Or the one that has dead limbs hanging from the tree for a long time now? Or the folks that don't bother edging and let weeds grow into the street? Or the people that let their dog out in their front yard to use the bathroom? Or the people that let their cat out to torment my dog... In my own backyard!? Or the people that have overgrown bushes at their mailbox, which are flowing out into the street? Or the ones that park their truck in their yard?

Some day when you come home to "the ghetto" you can thank us (and my girlfriends for brainstorming the ideas) for putting our truck on cinder blocks, not mowing the yard (we should probably put the mower up on blocks too since we won't be using it), walking the hood with a dirty, naked baby on my hip, cigarettes stuffed in my bra straps and pockets hanging out of the bottom of my cutoff jean shorts along with my butt cheeks. And lady neighbors, don't worry my baby daddy will be with me to keep your men away. For your viewing pleasure, he will have on a wife beater, cutoff shorts (hanging half way down his butt), some chew in his lip, his gold and diamond grill, and of course, his mullet. I've also considered new decorations for my flowerbed... beer cans, milk jugs, and a sign!

 "Welcome to the ghetto... and the nicest yard in the neighborhood!"

It seems you have time on your hands so you can also watch to see that we do in fact know how to use a push broom... how do you think the small amount of clippings from edging get into the street, jackass? No Internet tutorial needed. 

How about you "help create a more favorable impression" to the folks that live in your ghetto and talk to a neighbor instead of sending a cowardly letter in the mail. 

Thanks for your input.

PS- I'll have you know that my baby daddy takes a lot of pride in keeping his yard mowed, edged, weed free, and alive to a very bright shade of green, unlike many others in the ghetto. So if you really find that our yard work doesn't seem to meet your standards, you obviously know where I live, so come do it yourself. 

(As I type this, said baby daddy is mowing a yard that we technically do not own, just because he wants to have a nice yard when we do move in.)