Tuesday, June 14

Hello third trimester

[Unrelated photos of John and Remi . . . we have yet to document the third trimester belly].

I was telling my dad the other day that the first trimester (and part of the second) felt like it lasted YEARS. I was beyond sick of being sick. But then magic week 17 hit and since then, the time has really flown by. Baby Coles will be here in less than three months! Which is probably a good thing because my organs are starting to feel squished and he's discovered that pushing on my ribs is apparently very entertaining. So much fun.

We're finally getting around to starting on the nursery after finishing up a few other house projects. The crib is in the garage getting a fresh coat of paint, a few of my favorite items from Minted are on their way, and my bathroom breaks and random pains are becoming more and more frequent so John is doing the majority of the work. Just the way I like it.

Wednesday, June 8

Wedding time

Here we have my first wedding videography project featuring my little brother and his new wife. I would ask for constructive criticism but let's face it, it took hours and hours so even if you don't love it . . . I insist that you love it. ;)

Friday, June 3

Week with the Mouse

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A little Disneyland recap: we came, we ate (corndogs and beignets and ice cream and some mint juleps for good measure), we conquered the rides (although some of us were stuck riding Peter Pan and Small World over and over). I finally got my Minnie Ears courtesy of John, and my parents sat through the entire Tiki Room show with me because nothing says love like skipping Indiana Jones to listen to singing birds with your 25-year-old. ;)

Monday, May 23

These days

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These days we're enjoying plenty of evenings on the porch but also plenty of mornings inside listening to the rain.

These days baby is kicking harder and frequently, but 95% of the time when I tell John to put his hand on my stomach and feel, he immediately stops (we're not sure if he's shy or just stubborn but obviously he's psychic).

These days John is installing a new wood floor in the bedroom (our gift to ourselves since our 2-year anniversary is at the beginning of June).

These days I'm waiting for the climbing roses he planted at the back of the house to grow. Patience is not my strong point.

These days my wedding ring can't fit comfortably over my swollen fingers and I'm not sure where my ankles are disappearing to.

These days John's evenings are filled with coaching Little League baseball.

These days my heart is bursting every time I hear him pray at night "please bless our baby that he'll grow healthy and strong."

These days I'm attempting to make 20 minutes of singing fun since I'm the new primary chorister at church.

These days I really can't complain.

Wednesday, May 11

The time we spent Mother's Day with the dolphins (way to show up, whales)

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As a special Mother's Day treat to me (made possible by the fact that we happened to be in California), John booked a whale watching tour. We woke up early, checked out of our hotel, and drove to Balboa, where we boarded a ship and headed out into the open water. Neither of us had ever seen a whale in the wild so we were pretty dang excited (John had seen captive whales at SeaWorld and TECHNICALLY I have also, but I was two and have no memories of that experience).

We were reassured that just the day before several gray whales were spotted so we were feeling pretty confident that THIS was going to be the magical morning of our first large mammal sighting. Unfortunately the whales were feeling shy because we spotted exactly zero. Not even one tiny whale to be found. 

The dolphins clearly felt bad about the whole whale no-show because they really were overachievers. We must have seen at least 100, all jumping in and out of the waves and swimming along the bow and twirling just barely beneath the surface of the water, in perfect view. I've swam with (trained) dolphins before, which is an amazing experience in and of itself, but seeing them play and hunt in the open water was something completely different.

John and I spent a good chunk of the time saying things like, Don't you think we should go again when the baby comes? and Oh my gosh, he'd love this. Which actually, he probably won't for a few years at least. But since we're SO CLOSE to being first-time parents, we're allowed to be overly-excited about age-inappropriate activities. (I think that's the rule?) On the way back in to the harbor we saw a few sea lions, but they were real bummers in comparison to the dolphins. Way to lounge around and do absolutely nothing, sea lions.

As the icing on my Mother's Day cake, my family flew in and met us in preparation for our big Disneyland trip this week. We split the day between Balboa and Laguna Beach and it was full of slightly cool temperatures, pizza on the pier, waffle cones, little shops, and beach bunnies. Literally, some family brought their three adult rabbits and a whole stroller full of tiny baby bunnies. They ran around on the sand (?) and I don't even know, but if I lived by the ocean I would FOR SURE take my family of rabbits on beach excursions.

Sunday, May 1

The weekend the husband and the baby made each other's acquaintance

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This weekend was one for the books. We were sitting in bed while John looked at rental cars for our upcoming California trip this weekend and the baby was kicking me harder than normal. So I reached over, put John's hand on my belly, and what do you know? He got to feel baby kick for the very first time! There was an embarrassing amount of excitement and gushing.

Side note: this belly brought to you 70% by a baby and 30% by the following. Bring on the coconut everything.

Wednesday, April 27

Here's hoping that my black thumb has gotten slightly more green

Our house is about 10 years old, and judging from the state of the (tiny but crazy overgrown) yard, nobody's gardened since it was originally built. So last week I changed into John's basketball shorts and t-shirt and my Hunter boots (one of many reasons that this isn't a fashion blog) and we got to work. I semi-jokingly suggested we just borrow a chainsaw and hack everything down, but John is occasionally more patient than I am and he used clippers to trim all the bushes and then dug out the ones that couldn't be saved while I sat and pulled 7000+ weeds.
There's something comforting in planning any type of future with someone, even if it's I’ll plant the snowball bush here, it’s going to get so tall or Wont it be beautiful when the vinca fills in around this tree? or Let’s string lights on the porch so we can sit out here at night. We kept going until the sun was almost gone and it was cool and smelled like flowers thanks to the massive tree blooming in front of the house and there was very little yelling at the dog to stay close and very little grumbling from me about how uncomfortable it is to bend over right now. In other words, heaven.
You can't see any dandelions, right?? Neither can I. Also, it looks like someone went crazy with the confetti but really the tree just dropped a million petals over the weekend.
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{Hello there baby!}
Every Thursday we drive up to the lake and our favorite weekly food truck round up. We order whatever catches our eye (last week it was Korean barbecue in a cup for me, the week before it was gourmet baked potatoes) and then go home and dig in seated on our front porch with our string lights on and discuss all the important things in life, namely the benefits of having a propane-fueled fire pit (s'mores every night!) and the necessity of an old-fashioned porch swing suspended from the ceiling. Summer isn't here yet but it's so close and I have giant peach foxglove in my garden and that deserves to be celebrated.
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PS let's all pause and give a little cheer for husbands who have no strong feelings about flowers but spend their evenings planting flowers to keep their wives happy (and even suggest we buy a rose bush to ensure that there are often blooms in jars on the kitchen table).

PPS not only does baby have a tentative name [which we aren't sharing here just in case I change my mind--it's been known to happen--or in case he comes out and doesn't look like said name], but last week we picked up his crib. We have a CRIB. So weird. John is so excited to paint it and that just really makes my heart go pitter-patter.