Men Don’t Read Directions on Mars

So, DiscoDiva sent us a waffle maker as a wedding present. Yay! Last weekend I made HH some waffles. I opened the waffle maker packaging and READ THE DIRECTIONS. What it means when the red light comes on, the green light comes on, how much batter to use per waffle, etc. We had great cinnamon waffles.

This morning, HH woke up and said, “you want some waffles?” I said, “sure!”

I heard him mixing the batter and all was going well.

Then I heard, “well, that didn’t turn out the way I planned it!”

Uh oh.

I went running into the kitchen, and there is an abundance of waffle caked to the waffle maker and almost burnt. He has it cranked up to 3.

Me: well…I generally put it on 2, and per the directions you only use half a cup of batter per waffle. That’s what it said in the manual.

Him: oh. I didn’t know that.

I figured. Because the directions are nowhere to be found (they’re in the kitchen drawer with all other electronics manuals), which means they were never read. And even after I told him that, he attempted to make another waffle by pouring a random amount of batter on there without measuring!

He says it’s his first and last time using the waffle maker. I concur, given the three crispy waffles he just pulled off of there. LMAO!

Color Me Tired

HH decided he would spend his days off painting at the new house. I told him we could probably get someone to do it for a reasonable amount, but you know Frugal MacDougal was not interested in that at all.

Hence, the mad dash to pick paint colors. What should have been fun has turned into a colossal pain. I don’t even know if I’m fully happy with the colors, but he wanted to paint, so I had to pick.

Then he kept changing plays on me like a football coach with Tourette’s. Look dude, if you tell me to pick the room decor and how we’re setting up each room, don’t come behind me like little Phil from Gloria talmbout, “I’m the man!” and changing ish.

Like how he changed from Behr to Glidden, after I had already picked colors. Or how he thought he wasn’t going to paint our bathroom to match our bedroom. Or how he told me to pick the comforter for the new king sized bed, only to complain about the color.

You see where this is going? This, on top of the crap going on at work with our transition to another new computer system.

Full on “do it ya #%^*{! self” rant, complete with hormonal break down.

Ahem. We seem to be on one accord now, though. Our bedroom and bathroom are painted, and he’s about to finish painting Baby H’s room. I’m sticking around to see if my last minute color choice (thanks to his paint switch) comes out like I planned.

Then I’m going back to the rental. This weekend I would like to pack up the majority of the dishes.

And not have any more hormonal outbursts.

I can’t make any promises on either. LOL

Dear Baby H

I was so excited to see you on the ultrasound! You were so cute, wiggling around and putting your hands in front of your face. Daddy is concerned that you’re sucking your thumb in the womb. LOL! He’s something else. I am sure you’ll have him wrapped around your finger in no time. I gave a fist pump and hollered “yes!” when the doctor said you were a girl. 🙂 Your Daddy threw a challenge flag because he didn’t understand how the tech determined that you were a girl. What are we going to do with him? Typical Redskins fan.

Despite the fact that my stomach gets bigger every week, it’s still hard to believe you’re in there. Maybe because I can’t feel you kicking yet. I’m sure in no time, you’ll have a foot jammed into my ribs, and I’ll be longing for the days when I couldn’t feel anything.

The whole family is pretty much enamored with you already. Your aunties Pam and Shelley are fighting over who gets to hold you first, and who will be the better auntie. They’re both great moms, so it’ll likely be a tie. Not to mention all the aunts, uncles, and cousins you have on Daddy’s side. You are surrounded by lots of love! We haven’t even lumped in all the “play” aunties who are planning showers and buying you presents already.

I can’t wait to meet you! You’re already in charge of my sleeping schedule. I’m pretty much just along for the ride. You only weigh 10 ounces, but somehow I’ve managed to gain 6 pounds in the 4 weeks between my last visit and your ultrasound. The doctor says you are doing well, and on track for your 11/16 due date. That is a bye weekend for the Cowboys, so that’s a good time to make your appearance. 🙂

We bought a house, and I am currently picking paint colors for your room. Daddy doesn’t understand why I picked lavender. He will get over it. He is going to learn to just listen to his girls. 🙂

I am worn out from swimming tonight. I’m trying to stay active, so that we’ll both have an easier time during labor. Hope I didn’t tire you out too much. I determined that you will learn to swim as a child, unlike me.

Your name has been picked, but Daddy is not ready to tell everyone, so it’s just between us (and a few of your aunties). He told me to tell everyone your name was “Kimye.” I will not even put that foolishness on you. You’ll just remain Baby H for now.

Our next check up is in four weeks. I can’t wait to hear your heartbeat again.

Love,

Mom

It’s All Over But the Shoutin’!

THE HOUSE IS OURS!!

We made the offer on 5/9, and since then it’s been a whirlwind of calls, emails and paperwork. Within added dose of frustration and a dash of nervousness.

But we did it. Our final walk through is on 6/14, and our closing is on 6/17. And when we move, my work commute is cut IN HALF. *praise dances*

Not only are we getting our earnest money back, but also our appraisal fee. Can you say, “new furniture for the baby?” 🙂

Everything – and I mean life in general – has been happening so fast in the past calendar year. I wouldn’t change any of it. Marriage, baby and house – it’s like a trifecta of WINNING, folks.

I logged in to work last night (friggin corporate America) and even the landlord got on board and emailed me with an apology for the delay, and let us know they’ll be putting a lock box on the rental house today so they can start showing the house to potential renters. Now I’m challenged with getting HH to keep the kitchen and bathroom clean. *facepalm* LOL! If all goes well, we’ll only have July rent and they’ll have a new renter by August 1st.

Thank you to everyone who prayed for us, crossed fingers and toes, and sent positive vibes.

Now – who wants to help me pack boxes? 🙂