babies and upholstery

from Apartment Therapy

We just had our 3 year anniversary yesterday and looking back on that time is very strange. Not in a bad way, just not conventional i guess. I've basically only known him as my husband and a father because we met and 2 months later were married and pregnant. I feel so fortunate to have such a great man in my life and such a great little boy but sometimes feel like we missed out on doing a lot of things couples do before any of that comes along. Not that it's important now, but it would have been fun and nice to have those memories together.

Jack was in Alabama all of last week and I missed him like crazy. The first few days would have been fun except I had a fight with my mom and my little brother and on top of that, I had a summer cold that really sucked. I was just a little sad but I wrote and recorded a new song and lounged around the house with allergy meds and cough drops. Thursday and Friday, Husband played golf and I REALLY started to miss my chicken. I get lonely when he's gone, he's my little buddy. Saturday, we stayed at the Waterford in OKC like we did last year. Hung out at the pool, had a couple of cocktails. There's always a wedding party staying there on the weekend of our anniversary as it is a very popular wedding weekend. The hotel bar by the end of the night was insane and funny. I'll post pics of this stuff later. For now, I have a question.

Is it time for another baby? We talk about it all the time and Husband was ready weeks ago. Some days I wake up and really want to be pregnant again. Is that weird? I think it's weird but I'm sure it's some biological trick. I would like to be pregnant in the winter like I was with Jack so I need to make this decision pretty soon. They say every pregnancy is different so maybe the next time I'll be all glow-y without morning sickness or food aversions and I won't retain water like a MF.

If I get pregnant, what will I do about playing music? I played until I was about 7 months last time but it was really hard. Then I didn't start playing again until a while after having Jack. So many decisions. When is the right time, guys? Do I want to be pregnant and chasing after a 2 year old? Do we have room in our house for another baby? The answer is no- we don't! We have an extra room but if it's another nursery, where do my guitars and computer go? Where do the guests stay? Would we every have guests again? Will Husband and I ever have a night out again? How much weight will I gain and how long will it take for me to work it off? Can we afford another baby? All of this sounds like a nightmare however, I want another baby to love like crazy. Jack would be a really good big brother. He's very caring and helpful and he always asks when we get to have a baby. (i wonder who taught him that!)

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I wouldn't care if we had a boy or girl as long as we have a happy and healthy baby. I wonder if it would look like Jack? Will it be harder the second time or easier? Am I crazy? If I get pregnant again, can I talk Husband into not staring at facebook and golf websites on his phone while driving us around? Yes, people, he does this and I've started to take his phone away unless he gets a work call. It scares the shit out of me, especially when my chicken is in the car. Dear Husband, QUIT IT, it's irresponsible.

Originally, we had agreed to have another baby a year or so after Jack was born so they'd be close in age. Husband had promised we'd have a real wedding the summer after Jack was born and that didn't happen. So then, I made a deal with him- we'd talk about having a baby after he kept his promise. At that rate, Jack would be an only child and that's not what I want.
We've gotten new stainless appliances and now we just need to find an affordable and cool stainless stove. In my dreams it's an industrial gas stove but anything stainless would definitely be awesome. I'd also like to replace our ugly cabinets with white exposed shelving and rip out the totally 70's backsplash and matching countertops and use something simple. Our kitchen is small and I have pretty dishes.

Dude. I just remembered that we bought lottery tickets on Saturday- which is Husband's lucky day. (the day he survived a horrible car accident- probably facebooking and driving- 3 years ago and last year we went on that crazy car chase and chased down our own truck and the guy who broke into our house.) We figured, what the hell- maybe we'll get lucky. The drawing is tonight, I think. Wish us luck. Wish my kitchen luck.

I'm about to paint our bedroom a dark gray/blackish color. I finished a new painting to go above the bed and I'm on the lookout for neato matching bedside lamps. If it were totally up to me, I'd go more in the direction of the room below. Pink, gold, vintage and fabulous.
I am getting something really cool reupholstered and I'm thinking pink but possibly black. Like the color of pink in the first picture posted if I can find the material.
1. Baby or no baby?

2. nevermind number 2.

3. Gray or pink room?

4. Pink or black upholstery?

5. Luck?

6. One more luck?

thanks. ♥ jp

Hot Summer Days, Hot Stolen Car

I know. I've been lazy about blogging. So much has happened in the past month, I don't even know where to begin. Some highlights?

We've been down the to the lake a few times to take the boat out and hang out with family. It's been fun. I had a crazy allergic reaction to some sunscreen. It sucked. I almost sliced off my little toe on the raw edge of a mirror. I had 3 stitches and it hurt like a bastard. The worst thing about that was I couldn't wear heels for 10 days. 10 DAYS, PEOPLE! Not cool. Let's see... what else?
Baby's hair is getting longer, he's getting taller, talking more, eating more, teething, and throwing more tantrums. But he's also very sweet and gives kisses and hugs.
I've had a few drinks with this pretty lady. She is hilarious. Never ask for child rearing advice from her. She'll tell you to leave "it" at home and go lay out by a pool, sipping cocktails. (are you done with the plague yet, M? we need to hang out- pronto.)
Jack took this picture on a Target shopping trip. Lovely composition, i must say.
Pretty Husband.
Handsome Baby.



We've been in our little pool quite a bit this summer.
And of course to the park a lot.

Oh yeah. This other thing happened too.

Husband and I had a trip to Vegas all planned. 2 of my best friends were going to be there on our anniversary weekend so it worked out perfectly. But then- 2 days before we leave, at 5pm, Husband, Baby, and I left the house for 45 minutes to run to Classic 50's to get a drink and drop by a friend's house to pick up something they had borrowed. As we pulled up to our house, Husband said, very calmly, "Where's my truck?" Um. What? Seriously, where is his truck? I immediately became Nagging Wife and said "I told you to quite leaving your keys in your unlocked truck!" Turns out he didn't. They broke into our house, stole 2 guns, 1 guitar, a lot of my jewelry, all of my cameras, golf clubs, everything in our safe- our passports, ss cards, birth certificates, motorcycle title, marriage license, etc. Oh, and all of my flip flops? And my new Gap hoodie and my childhood babydoll. They must have seen Husband's keys on the way out. WTF?! I'm still finding things missing- everyday. And needless to say, we cancelled our Vegas trip. Boo.

Even crazier is that a few days later, Husband and I were on our way home from OKC in his new truck. We're sitting still in traffic, waiting to get on the 35 Southbound exit from I-240. "MOTHERFUCKER! MOTHERFUCKER!" said Husband. Guess what? His stolen truck just passed us. We jump out of the exit lane and follow the truck. Now, the truck is a white Ford F-150. There are only one million in Oklahoma so how did we know it was his? The 2 antennas on the roof and the new tires he had recently put on. We called 911. The guy figured out we were following him and started to play car chase games. At one point, both trucks were nose to nose, waiting for each other to make a move. He pulled up next to us, on my side, rolled the windows down and threw his hands in the air. I was scared, knowing that I didn't want to get shot with our stolen guns, I ducked down. He took off and the chase was really on. At one point, Husband talking to 911, said, "Ma'am. He is in a white Ford F-150. Yes. I am also driving a white Ford F-150. Yes. We are BOTH DRIVING WHITE FORD F-150S! WE ARE THE ONLY 2 WHITE FORD F-150S GOING 75MPH DOWN 29TH STREET! WE'RE HARD TO MISS." (imagine this with Husband's thick Alabama/Texas sounding accent)

Shortly after, we were swarmed by 20 cop cars in a neighborhood. They took off in every direction. At that point, we had lost the guy and were frantically driving around. 911 called to tell us the police had gone on a little high speed chase and they had the truck and the guy at S. 23rd and Walker at an EMSA station. We flew. They found a lot of Husband's stuff in the truck, 2 of my cameras. One loaded gun stuffed in between the drivers seat and the console. Meth. A bag of social security cards. Our checkbook with almost 30 checks missing. Blah. Yes, they've also been writing 800 dollar checks to Lowe's and Sam's. Also taking checks without a photo ID: Ross, Walgreens, Braum's, and 711. Everyday we've had more checks come through and have to go to the bank and the police station to fill our paperwork.

This is all a big hassle and money consumer. New locks, new door, alarm system, electric garage door with a keypad. We should have just gotten a german shepherd. Anyway. It was a crazy ride and I'm glad last week is over. I now have dreams about people breaking into the house and I'm trying to get to the baby's room. Ugh. I'm a tough girl but it's scary knowing someone has been in your home, going through your things. I feel like they were probably watching us for a while. I'm already a worrier by genetics so this has stressed me out quite a bit.

Oh, and I got a massage last week and had an allergic reaction to something they put on me! And it was our anniversary weekend and Husband forgot to make reservations and so we did nothing. THANKS A LOT, HUSBAND! He got in trouble but I guess I'll forgive him... as soon as that '61 Lincoln is in my driveway or you know, he could just take me to dinner or something.

Anyway, I'm glad it's Friday. My friends are coming over tonight and I'll be happy to sit on the back porch and play music. For now, music, Husband, and Baby make me feel better. Did I mention that The Oh Johnny! Girls have rehearsal on Sunday?! Let's hope this weekend makes up for stolen property, rashes, a cancelled trip, and a blah anniversary.

Special thanks to our family for watching Jack and all of the support.

I'll try to keep up with posts but i have pretty much zero time lately.

xo, jp