Fat Feet...and dry skin...lovely

Just sharing for the enjoyment and disgust of all...

Falling Apart!

Okay, so Owen and I got back to Pasadena just Thursday night. I woke up Friday to the sprinklers coming on (which I usually do because they are loud) only to hear instead of the usual spitting spray, a river flowing. It was dark still and all I could see was a large puddle - so I turned off the sprinklers and went back to sleep. When I went out later to see what was up, I noticed that there were several spots on the grass that were totally dying from no water...what?? The sprinkler head was laying across the hole with it's top completely missing. It also looked like it hadn't been mowed in that area for at least a week. Could the gardeners have broken it? Then I noticed that two of the sprayers that connect to the dripline out front in the flower bed were broken on the tops and sending fountains shooting into the air. Yesterday I decided since I was home alone, I would scrub the bathroom and then treat myself to a nice bath. A few candles...soft music...lovely. EXCEPT, the hot water would not shut off! It maintained a steady and noisy stream of water flowing the whole time. NOT very relaxing. Not to mention it has been running all night because my wimpy muscles cannot manage to turn the water main off in front of the house! (drip trickle tinkle $$$$$$$....)
Most of these little issues would not be a huge deal and could very easily be taken care of in an afternoon - IF TOM WERE HERE! But he's not...I'm here by myself, with a basketball in my belly, waddling around. Packing up boxes that I cannot move from one place to another. Not able to move the heavy furniture around that I need too...not able to get up into the attic to store the boxes of stuff we will be leaving behind until we have a place to put them. I have about 4 doors and jams that need to be painted along with the fireplace mantel, several window sills, kitchen cabinet doors, a garage to pack, an entire house to scrub, a backyard to keep alive and and a livingroom in desperate need of an overhaul all in the next three weeks. I'm officially feeling helpless and overwhelmed. I really wanted everything to be fabulous for Tom's parents to come home too...but I don't think I can do it by myself. With Tom being gone, we are about 8 months behind in the projects we had hoped to complete. Guess it will just look the way it always has and our time here was wasted. I really wish I could be doing more.

Guess I'll have to hire this guy.

Newest Baby Pic

Pretty darn cute.

Change

I haven't posted for a long while...mostly due to our changing scenery. Tom has been working out of town in the North Bay Area for eight months now. During that time, we have seen him only about every 2-3 weeks or so. In order to keep my sanity - and probably his also - we have spent a lot of time recently up in Lincoln with my parents so that we could see each other on weekends. (A two hour drive is a lot easier than 8). Since Tom's parents will be returning to Pasadena in early June, we are planning to go and stay with my folks for the summer, have a baby, save some much needed money, and regroup as a family. It all sounds like a smart plan. Not the ideal sure, but upon our last return back to Pasadena...I have been really sad. Not that I don't wish everyday to be close to my darling husband and have a mama close by to help out with a new baby, but because I have truly come to love this place. I love the city, I love our ward, I love this house, I dearly love each of our amazingly wonderful friends that have brightened our stay here, helped us make unforgettable memories and made this place our HOME. Lincoln is teaming with family, cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers...even old friends from high school. But starting over, especially in a temporary area will probably make it hard for us to make good connections with new friends. I know I should be optimisitic and have a little faith that it will be fine... But moving stinks. No doubt about that. I'm gonna miss you, Lili.