We took Sunday off (mostly) for our date (too tired to drive downtown, we went to Z'Tejas, which was wonderful, and then to the movies).  Back to work furiously Monday morning.

First step:  paint the epoxy on the floor.  Then you toss these confetti paint chips up into the air so they land in the epoxy and create a speckly texture on the floor.  Paul and I both had a little too much fun with the confetti throwing so when we got to the last section we were running kind of short, so the speckles are kind of skimpy there.  But who cares, it's a garage.  This process took us all the way up to lunch.

This is what it looks like!  It had to cure for 8 hours, so we had lunch, hauled some old motor oil to the recycling center/dump (spared you a picture of that), got a frosty cold beverage at Sonic, came home, Paul made phone calls to various places and planned out where the shelving would go, and I cleaned the bathrooms (spared you a picture of that too).  Around 8:00 I started painting the garage and Paul made YET ANOTHER Home Depot run and then came back with a pizza.  So we had a date.

Aww...This brought back memories of our pizza date the first night in this house.  We had closed on the house on Dec. 23, 1999, and were not moving in until after the Christmas holidays.  So that night after closing we packed for our trip, left our apartment, brought a pizza to the house and ate it in the living room, and then slept on the air mattress in our new master bedroom.  The next day we got in the Ford Probe (yeesh, remember that clunker?) and skidded all the way up to Edmond in what was one of the worst ice storms we've ever seen.  Ah, memories.  But I digress.

I took this picture around 12:30 am.  Paul got all of this shelving up and we started moving stuff in as quickly as we could because of the threat of rain.  Actually, it's thundering right now (9:49 am Tuesday), and it's not all back in the garage, so I better get back out there and help him.  If it rains today, I am not sure how much we will get done on the wall, but at least we can say that we did a great job in the garage.

First of all, Happy 12th Anniversary to us!  Instead of a VA-cation, we are having a STAY-cation to celebrate.  Thanks to Freescale's delightful Mandatory Time Off Without Pay But Just Be Happy You Aren't Getting Laid Off program, we find ourselves with a week off.  And many thanks to Marc and Kandi for keeping the kids.  (Kids!  Mommy misses you and has cried every night so far!!!)

So here's what we have been up to so far.

We are building a path and flowerbed here in the backyard.  The path goes from the gate to the porch, the flowerbed retaining wall will have two separate tiers and will be up against the house.  If you look very closely you can see how Paul has strung the level lines between posts and marked the different levels of the stone wall.  Setup for this kind of project takes forever.  The light is because it is so dang hot he has been doing as much as possible at night.

Wow, that's a lot of stone.  Home Depot delivery ROCKS.

Working hard.

Starting to look like a path!

Yes, that says 106.5.  Time to stop.  Move to the garage.

While he was working on the path, my job was to get all of this junk in the garage OUT of the garage.  Now some of it is on the back porch, some in the house, some on the front porch, some just behind the gate...well, you get the idea.  This is all so we could etch and epoxy the floors.  But sometime over the course of the day we had a discussion about what other things we might like to do to the garage, and how it made sense to do it all at once while everything was already out.  And that's how this happened:

If I look a little crazy, well, heat exhaustion does that to you.  It also apparently makes you spend another $600 at Home Depot. 

You probably can't see it, but the car is full of shelving for the garage, not part of our original plan.  (Home Depot also tried to tempt me into some wood flooring for my office, but Paul got me out just in time.)  Hey, if you're going to put everything back IN the garage, you might as well put it back into a freshly painted, properly shelved garage, with a beautiful epoxy floor.  So far this staycation is turning out to be one of the most expensive vacations we've ever had.  But we'll have something to show for it in the end.

We worked until about 1 am, but we got the entire thing primed, half of the floor etched, and then this afternoon Paul degreased and etched the other side.  So tomorrow (Monday) when it is all dry we can paint the epoxy on, and when that is dry enough to walk on, we can paint the walls (we are NOT painting the ceiling again, it can just STAY primer white!) a nice garage-y beige.  But tonight, since it is our anniversary and all, we are going to go out for dinner and a movie and forget about home improvement for the rest of the night.

Speaking of, my date is ready, so I'm signing off!

Audrey says the prayer at dinnertime sometimes now.  She does not like to use a song or a "formula" prayer, no...she tries to pray just like the grownups and Kate, from the heart.  It's so endearing!  Here's a sample:

I pray.  Dear God.  Tie together.  (=time together, something Paul often thanks God for in his prayers)  Daddy.  Momma.  Katie.  Audie.  Bayer.  Milk.  Boons.  (=balloons)  T-show.  (=TV shows)  Bocks.  (=blocks)  AMEN!!!!!!!

(Scene:  in the kitchen, eating lunch after church.)

Daddy:  Katelyn, what is that sticker on your hand?

Katelyn:  I got it for saying my memory verse.

Daddy:  Great work!  Can you tell me your verse?

Katelyn:  No, I forgot it.

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(not 5 minutes later)

Daddy:  Katelyn, would you like to go out for Chinese food with me?

Katelyn (worried):  But Daddy, China is so far away!!

My mother tells me that someday I will miss this stage.  Will I even remember it?  It's a blur. 

Tickle wars in the "clubhouse."

The constant creative mixing of toys.  Imaginative, but a pain to clean up.  But so fun!  Daddy's shoes are great for dressup, too.

Secret puppy tea parties behind the couch.  Using blocks for food, of course.  Never mind that we have a twelve course meal of play food upstairs that hardly gets used.  The puppies prefer blocks.

The "art area."  This is surprisingly clean.  Usually it spills out all over the floor and someone trips on a crayon and gets hurt.

Piles of pink and pastel laundry.  There is no grownup laundry in this picture.

The Bu, content to sit with her ball right in the middle of all of the action. 

Misty of Chincoteague, our latest obsession.  (just like Mommy as a girl!)

Sight words all over the back of Kate's door.  51 to be exact.  Yes, the green one says "parrot", which was a word she really wanted to learn for some reason, so we added it to the door.  The rest came from a pack of post-its specifically for this purpose.

A growing pile of Babette squares.  Grandma, I am really putting your old secretary desk to good use.  It's stuffed to bursting with yarn, fabric, and sheet music, and all of the supplies that go with those passions.  I bet you never suspected that the little letterboxes inside would be chock-full of knitting needles.

So, future self, hope this helps you remember what you did all day when the kids were little.  You'll probably miss it a lot.  Right now I am just trying to enjoy every little moment and not get so caught up in the challenges that I miss out on the joys.

This sweet smile always helps!

I guess 35 must be old, because suddenly yesterday the urge to quilt something seized me, and I did this:

Add to that the knitting, my love for old movies, my tendency to fall asleep on the couch, and the fact that the pharmacist knows me by name....yup, call me Grandma.

p.s. honey, I really like my new sewing machine!

Daddy is about to turn on the sod cutter we rented for the weekend.  Kate is totally fascinated.

Daddy:  Kate, this thing is pretty noisy.  You should probably cover your ears or go in the house.

Katelyn:  It's okay, Daddy.  My ears are very good at not listening to things.

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Mommy is changing Audrey's diaper and talking to her to keep her from wiggling around.

Mommy:  Audrey, how old are you now?

Audrey (holding up three fingers): I two.

Mommy:  You are a big girl now.

Audrey:  Yes, I big girl.  (cocks her head funny)  Mommy, how much fingers you?

Mommy flashes fingers at her -- 10, 10, 10, and 4.

Audrey, eyes wide:  Whoa.

So here's the update on my minor surgical procedure:  I am FrankenBeans (sounds like dinner-in-a-can).  I have some twisty black stitches on my right arm to prove it.  I would post a picture but it will totally gross my mother out.  Bet Kari wants to see it though.  It's really not that bad.  It hurts when I move my wrist, so if I keep it still I can type.  I didn't sleep all that well last night, due to pain, but that should get better every night.  Or with some Benadryl to knock me out.

It turns out that this is just more fall out from the Great Tumble of 2007, when a leaky Sonic slush dripped onto my kitchen floor, sending my 8-month pregnant Shamu body flying up in the air to land on my right elbow, breaking it just below the joint.  What I had removed was a lipoma and an unexpected hematoma, probably from the trauma of the break.  Google them if you want the accurate medical description.  I am not responsible for what pictures you may see.  I do know that a lipoma is a "fat tumor" that is 99.9% of the time benign, and a hematoma is sort of like a blood clot thing.  Or at least that's what it looked like when they took it out.  It was pretty cool although somewhat painful.  But - this is the best part - I CAN TAKE ADVIL THIS TIME!  (allergic to Tylenol + broken bone + pregnant = out of luck)

Katelyn thinks it is pretty cool, too.  "Mommy, you have a big boo-boo like I did!  Were you brave?"  I am hoping this will help her through some of her residual fears of doctors and bandages based on her rough experience with her birthmark removal.  Yes, I was brave, although I did ask for more shots during the procedure, since they did a little more digging around than originally expected.  I didn't go to a plastic surgeon because I don't really care about the scar.  I was actually hoping for kind of a big scar, so Kate will feel better about hers, but mine will probably top out at 1.5 inches.

And technically, this was a fat-removal procedure.  Too bad I didn't get a flat tummy out of the deal...but at least I can avoid doing dishes and ironing for a few days.  :)