The Closet – Part II

After we moved all of the clothes out of the closet, Hottie went to work tearing all of the ugly wire shelves down. And then he started on the left side screwing in the boards to the wall.

 He had to put up the back wall as well in order to lock in the side walls.

 

 A middle shelf went in to separate the top and bottom sections.

 

 And then the right side went up along with an additional shelf on the top. We need to use up those high ceilings!

 

 The bars for the hangers went up, and of course we had to test it out with a lone shirt.

 

 A section on the far right for my long dresses.

 

 Added in some hangers to see how it’d look.

 

Almost there. Only missing the top shelf on the right and the nobs on the drawers that you can’t see in these pictures. Next up the clothes back in. You’ll see the finished product tomorrow!

And then you can be green with envy!

Are you laughing at me?

I’m going to interrupt the closet pictures for this funny story of my grandmother. It’ll be worth it, I promise.

To give you a little background, my grandmother is a force to be reckoned with. She has single-handedly caused two divorces, created family holidays of such drama and angst that entire encyclopedias could be written about, and on more than one occasion has called me cold-hearted. The bitch part was implied.

As she’s aged, she is slightly softer towards me. In large part, I believe, because I quit speaking to her for a few years and she knows that I’m more than capable of doing it again. Because she’s softened towards me, and dare I say it, kind most days, I make an effort to go and see her at least once a month or more at the retirement home where she currently resides.

Well, this week my dad called me and told me that the doctor wanted to put some pins in her hip because she had a hairline fracture and they wanted to try and stabilize it for as long as possible. She’s not very steady on her feet these days. Her surgery was yesterday and she came through it with flying colors.

My brother, Little Man and myself went to visit her this morning. She was cheerful, chatty, and in good spirits. We spent some time visiting before my father arrived and then the four of us went to lunch while Grandma had an echo cardiogram done.

We came back into the room to dirty looks.

“Hi Grandma. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve lost my mind!”

“Nope, it’s still attached to the top of your head, Grandma.”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” She waved her arms around, indicting the room. “I lost my mind and now I’m in the Nut House.”

Dad and I frowned at each other. Brian tuned us out and watched TV. Cole played happily on the floor.

“Grandma, you’re in the hospital.”

She aimed her finger at me. “So! You admit it!”

“Yes, you had surgery yesterday.”

She folded her arms across her chest, frown still in place. “Well, I’m getting out of this place tomorrow. I’m going out of town.”

I was perfectly aware that she was going to be in the hospital for a few days while they monitored her.

“Where are you going?” I asked. Dad was struggling not to laugh.

“To Houston. Scotty and Jimmy will take care of me.”

“I’m sure they would.” I nodded my head.

“Are you laughing at me?” She demanded from my Dad. Neither of us had laughed. Yet.

“No, I’m not laughing, Mom.”

“I want a Coke. In a can.”

“Okay.”  He went into the hallway, conversed with the nurse and came back into the room.

“What are you doing?”

“The nurse went to go and get you a coke.”

“I told you to go get me a coke.” She pointed a finger at him. “In a can.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He went out and returned in a few minutes, laughing. With a bottle of coke. “They didn’t have any cans, Mom”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No, Mom, I’m not laughing.” He smiled.

“Well, I am, Grandma. I’m not gonna  lie.” I laughed. She frowned at me. “Have they given you any pain medicine?”

“No. They haven’t given me anything! I hate this hospital!”

“Are you in any pain?”

“No. What would I be in pain for?”

Dad, Brian and I laughed.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“I think you’ve been given some pain medicine, Grandma.”

“Well! I never thought you were a liar, Kimberly, until right now.”

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The Closet – Part I

I mentioned a while back that Hottie was starting to redo our closet.

 Our old closet consisted of the wire shelves that are found in a lot of new homes that the builders install because they’re cheap and easy to install.

 

 They also break easily and tear holes in the walls when they fall down.  And then there is all of that wasted space between the top shelf and the ceiling that isn’t utilized.

 

Clothing was shoved into every available crevice. It bulged out and made the closet seem very small even though it wasn’t. There wasn’t enough room to hang everything, so we had to use the top shelf to stack some shoe boxes and other items.

 

The clothes were the first thing that we removed from the closet. And for lack of a better place to put them, we stacked them in our room.

 

And stacked them. For over a month, they took up space and made us resemble hoarders.

It was more difficult that Hottie had expected for one reason only. He had a little helper who wanted to be part of the action.

And sometimes? He didn’t want to be a helper on the project. And that’s why it took longer than Hottie anticipated.

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Let’s Talk Car Seats

There are some things that never occur to you until you have a child. Today, let’s talk car seats.

There are three major kinds of car seats – an infant seat that you can carry the baby around in and it’s portable, an infant seat that stays in the car and turns around and converts to a toddler seat, and then the three in one seat that’s a toddler seat, young child seat and then a booster seat when they get older, but can not face backwards.

We got the portable infant seat when Cole was a baby and my dad got us the larger seat that converts to a toddler seat for when he outgrows the infant seat.

What they don’t tell you: after about the fourth month, that portable infant seat is HEAVY. And around the nine month mark when you’re thinking about moving him into the larger seat you realize that the three in one that you want to buy doesn’t face backwards, so you’ll eventually also have to buy the booster seats separately.

And if you’re like us, the infant/toddler seat is large enough that it’s not portable. So, in other words, you need two of them – one for mom’s car and one for dad’s car. And, again if you’re like us, you have a babysitter that has to get around during the day as well, so she needs one too. So, that’s three infant/toddler seats, plus the booster seats that we’ll eventually have to buy, plus the infant seat that we already have.

When it’s all said and done, about $700 for car seats for one child.

I really feel for my two friends that are pregnant with twins.

Gifts

When I had Little Man, I received a package from my friends in Hong Kong that contained a couple of cute little outfits for him to wear. I loved that they cared enough to send something from so far away and that the outfits were so cute.

This is one of the outfits here. I love the blue color.

And I love the snaps down each leg. And so does the little guy.

Bath Time

Little Man has graduated from his baby tub to the big boy tub. He loves it.

He gets so excited that he’ll stand on the side of the tub, tighten his whole body up, and squeal with delight.

 

And then he’ll turn around and make sure that I’m watching because he likes to show off his new tricks. Notice the rolls on his thighs?  I love that.

 

He doesn’t notice the bubbles, but I do.

 

He likes to play with his toys. Or try to eat them. That the way he rolls.

 

He can never decide which toy tastes better, so he has to try them all out.

 

Bath times is one of his favorite times of day.

Grannie Came to Town

Grannie came to town and got a hold of Little Man. She smothered him in kisses.

And spoiled him rotten.

Little Man ate it up.

I remember when Hottie first met my mother. “Babe,” he told me, “you know how everyone says just look to the mom and you can see how the daughter will look when she gets older?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I got nothing to worry about. Your mom is beautiful.”

Yes, she is.

The Table

Hottie and I have been eyeing a dining room table at Sam’s Club for a while now. As with anything we fall in love with at Sam’s, we’ve found if we don’t buy it when we see it, then it’s gone by the time we get around to going to the store to make the purchase. That’s because a lot of items at Sam’s are seasonal items. As my mom says, if you like it, then buy it when you see it!

Well, knowing all of this, Hottie and I were still biding our time. Hottie called me at work.

“Babe,” he tells me, “I’m looking at their website and the table’s not there anymore.”

“Great. I knew it. We should have bought it already, babe.”

Two days later, I walked through my front door and found a large garbage can in the hallway. And when I say large, I mean a huge, industrial size garbage can, city issued, with cardboard overflowing out of it.

I round the corner and I see Hottie putting together this.

He had called the local store, which only had two left – the floor model and one other, packed up Little Man, went and bought it, and was in the process of putting it together to surprise me.

 

We fell in love with the curve of the legs.

 

The colors of the legs. The rich black.

 

The contrast of the top of the table against the black legs. The grain of the wood.

And the fact that it seats eight. 8. EIGHT!

Have I mentioned yet that I love my new dining room table?

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Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day.  The day for lover’s to show their appreciation for each other.

Our first Valentine’s Day Hottie made me stuffed lobster and gave me jewelry in a little box that was left on my place setting. My heart sped up until I convinced myself that it couldn’t possibly be ring. And it wasn’t. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

In the subsequent years, however, Valentine’s Days passed without much thought or celebration. This year, I suspected wouldn’t be much difference. After all, Hottie and I aren’t big on celebrating our love for each other. We didn’t have a huge celebration on our five year anniversary a couple of weeks ago, so why would Valentine’s Day be any different?

We celebrate our love on a daily basis, so one day isn’t that much of a big deal. Hottie surprises me all of time with the things he does. Like the kitchen table that I’ll have to tell you about tomorrow. Because this post is about V Day, remember?

So, when Hottie walked in the door after he got off work on Sunday at about 2 PM with this in his hands:

Well, you know me, I had to comment on it.

“Wow, babe. Thank you! You know I love tulips.”

“I know, babe, that’s why I got them for you.” He leaned over and kissed me hello. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too.” I smile and put them on the counter and couldn’t help staring at the beauties.

Hottie was on top of the big ladder in the kitchen replacing the light bulbs that had blown out. He caught me a staring at my flowers a couple of times. Finally, he commented on it.

“Babe, why do you keep staring at them? Is something wrong with them?”

“No. They’re beautiful. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised? Why? You didn’t think I was going to get you anything?”

“Uh, well, no, actually, I didn’t. I mean you didn’t get me anything for our five year anniversary. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just saying that’s why this is surprising.” I shifted to focus on him instead of the flowers.

His jaw dropped, his eyes got big. “You didn’t get the flowers at work that I ordered for our anniversary?”

I blinked at him. “No.”

“I can’t believe that! I’m going to have to call that place and get a refund.” He turned back to working on the light bulbs.

It was the turning back so quickly that made me suspicious. And made me laugh.

But it was Valentine’s Day. And I had flowers.

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Snow

I opened my front door this morning to a winter wonderland.  After I got home from work this evening, and had a quick snow ball fight with all of my neighbors, I got out the camera and snapped away.

Can you even see the shadow of Beau along the fence?

My Carolina jasmine vine covered in snow.

I got home and found Hottie dressed in the appropriate winter attire seen above. He was shoveling snow out of the neighbor’s driveway. I’m comfortable, he told me. You’ll be sick tomorrow, I told him.

Beau was having the time of his life prancing around in the snow. He thought it meant he had blind approval to run down the middle of the street since the sidewalks were covered with 8 inches of snow. He found out that he didn’t.

Little Man was busy staring at Beau. Getting a close up shot of him would have shown the leftover lunch Hottie didn’t wipe off his face.

Which you can see here. Along with my double chin.

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