At the hospital

Sorry to those of you who get these posts through email. I'm doing some catch up, so you're going to get a number of them in a row.

Here are some pictures of people who visited us at the hospital.  For some reason, I didn't take pictures of any of the people from my side of the family.  There is one of my mom holding Cecily, but it's only her arm.  Haha!

Nesting

I am due to have a baby any day now.  And every time I'm pregnant, my nesting instinct kicks in like a turbo-power jet pack.  It drives Steve crazy.

Honestly, it kind of drives me crazy, too--though in a different way than my husband.  I go crazy trying to complete all the projects my hormones are telling me are completely necessary to complete RIGHT NOW, while being pregnant or very pregnant.  It doesn't work so well.  I get stressed out.  But for some reason, my brain can't or won't override the hormones.

The up side?  I get A LOT done.

In the last month (since the beginning of April), I have:

• Removed all the chair rail from both my bedroom and the nursery
• Removed all the beadboard from my bedroom walls
• Filled holes, smoothed paint, and re-textured the walls (where the chair rail was) in the nursery
• Primed and painted the nursery
• Built bookshelves and window seat and installed and painted them (including recycled beadboard backing and facing)
• Organized and held a garage sale
• Sold 3 beds and a box spring on KSL (the local classifieds)
• Cleaned and organized the garage
• Did two photo shoots and finished processing the pictures from one (so far)
• Attempted to potty train Mira
• and Made 5 teacher gifts (since Emilia has 3 preschool teachers and 2 bus drivers)

And that's just the stuff I can remember--mostly because it's documented in pictures.

All of the above-mentioned things are why you haven't seen much of me on the blog.   It's also why there hasn't been much of anything exciting to tell all of you about.  Although I will be putting up the pictures of the nursery.  I'm excited to show off my work.

Hopefully in the not-too-distant future, I will have the exciting news that we have a happy healthy baby girl.  If she wants to come Thursday or Friday, that would be great.  In fact, it would be rather perfect timing.  We'll see how accommodating she is.

Preschool graduation

I've always thought it was silly to have "graduations" for every grade.  But...when Emilia finished preschool, her teacher threw a party with cookies and prizes for the kids and called it a graduation party.  Of course, we couldn't be left out, so we went.  It was short and low-key, so it wasn't as bad as my fears.  Miss Emilia wasn't too enthusiastic about having to share space with all of her classmates (too chaotic for her), but I wanted to document it, so here are the pictures.  You can barely see Emilia in the group one: she's in back on the left next to the teacher in gray.  In the second picture, she is being hugged by her main teacher, Miss Rachel--and not looking at the camera, as usual.