White Spray Paint

I am only putting this story on the blog because it is funny now. It wasn't funny when it happened.

There is this armoire that my mom gave me when I got married. It started out as a regular unpainted wooden armoire. After I got it, I painted it black. Then I decided it belonged in the baby's room and it needed to be green. The armoire came out so cute green. 

Once I got it in the nursery I decided that since it only had two drawers and three shelves, it would need baskets to help organize the baby's clothes. Surprisingly enough, finding the perfect baskets was a hard task, but I did find some bare baskets. They would need to be painted.

I added "Spray Paint Baskets" to Brett's pre-baby to do list. With school being so crazy and him working so many hours, eventually it made its way over to my to do list. So one afternoon, I went into the garage and spray painted my baskets white. 

Well, my only concern at the time was to make sure I left the garage door open while I painted the baskets, so it never did cross my mind that everything else in the garage would get my own special touch of white paint too. That included the car...

After I did one coat on the baskets, I left the house to run some errands. Came back for a second final coat. Left the house again, and upon returning I noticed the car. The first thing that crossed my mind was, WOW, the car got really dusty. I then tried to wipe the dust off, and then realized my giant oops. Long story short...

I panicked, tried to wash the car, called Brett, cleaned what I could off (the windows).

Brett came home... He realized that it was much more involved than he thought. I cried, Brett did some research. Eventually we got the car looking good again with some nail polish remover, and a very heavy coat of wax.

No pictures of this. I was too upset at the time.

Oops.

Chickens With Their Heads Cut Off...

Graphic title. I know. I hope whatever mental image you just got was not too horrible. I have actually seen a chicken without a head though. My grandparents had chickens years back, and eventually the chickens became a meal. My cousins and I kinda helped prepare the chickens...

That is so not what this post is about though. Well not directly at least. I have felt like a chicken with its head cut off though. This last week has been absolutely crazy. Like ridiculously busy and stressful. 

Brett and I finally finished school for the semester. Brett loaded like 18 some odd credits for his criminology major this semester. Finishing with the ugliest finals I have ever heard of. I think he said he had a research paper due in every single one of his classes. Like giant research papers, ones that I would never even attempt to complete. The kinda that I cry in front of the computer over. 

I took some photography and photo editing classes this semester. I took classes that I knew I would enjoy, because when you are pregnant and in school, you don't want to be in school. I figured that if the classes were happy classes I might not hate life so much. The hardest thing I had to do was find time for homework. At least finals weren't too bad. I had a big shooting final that was nearly impossible to find a suitable subject to photograph. However, neither of us failed any classes, two thumbs up.

Then, there has been all this baby preparing going on around here. Like baby gear and stuff. However, I don't think anyone is ever truly ready for a baby. While Krista was here in April she helped Brett and I finish up some baby shopping, but there was still the nursery to put together. I recently finished the armoire for baby's room, attached bedding, washed some baby outfits, packed diaper and hospital bags. It's all so exciting.

Finally, the straw on the camels back. Work. Brett has been working a lot, like he always is. This is my last week of work before I go out on maternity leave. The last six weeks of work have been so busy. I have been trying to get all my clients in so that as few people as possible have to come in while I am out. I have squeezed clients into my books where I didn't even think they could fit. My last day of work is supposed to be the 21st if May, but at the beginning of the month I decided that I was done with it all. Done with being pregnant and done with working while pregnant, and on the 14th I clock out of work for at least six weeks. Maybe longer. 

So now we are on the countdown. Waiting to meet our baby and crazy thing is life is about to even more busy than it is now.

Allphin, Party of Six

Whoever decided to make Washington DC so far from Phoenix is one of my least favorite people. They obviously don't know how much we love Krista and her family. And... apparently they don't know how cute her kids are.

I was really bad at not taking pictures of their visit here, so you can check out Krista's blog for pictures. Click. Anyways, we had fun with them like always. 

Clark turned two while he was here. So we celebrated like any two year old would. We partied with hamburgers and hotdogs at the park. Again, click for photos.

We also enjoyed a sunny Easter afternoon. We colored eggs the night before with the kiddos, including Jenny's two beautiful children.

Krista took us baby gear shopping, we had a slumber party with Carly and Parker, and we laughed a lot a Brooke. Here is why.

And a bunch of others things happened while they were around. The usual fun, Andy's lemonade, the crying, the diaper explosions, the games, and the food. Did you know Clark eats more food than all his sibling combined? I know, I was impressed too. We love the Allphins.