by-by-by memorial day weekend

So I just figured out that my wife, my baby and my dog's name begin with B and end with Y. What the hell were we thinking, I never thought I would have the family with names that match, whether it be first name letters, middle names, or anything else, but here I am. Not only do we have first letters, but they damn near rhyme. I tried to get Britt to change her name but that didn't work and Birkley is pretty much set. I tried to rename the dog, but the bitch wouldn't respond. We are soon to be the family with sappy almost rhyming names, sorry everybody I did what I could. I guess we still have nicknames, do what you will.

Memorial day weekend

I love this weekend. Most of the time I used to work through it and get a couple days off later to go fishing/camping/whatever the hell I wanted to do when nobody was around. I remember a couple of times when I was able to go out with friends to a lake that nobody knew about and go camping. I loved it, it was one of the few times I got to go camping in the year. I used to go way up north where nobody knew where I was, it was great, absolutely great. I never thought it could get better.

This year I am loading up my tools, wife, and friend and driving 7 hours to go to my in laws. We are going to our first baby shower. I am going to work on a basement all weekend and then pack up a bunch of pink and purple stuff in my truck and then head back the 7 hours to home. The surprising thing is that I am looking forward to every part of the extended weekend. When I break it down, think about it, and write it down it is very surprising to me how excited I am. I think the most exciting thing to me is that after this weekend, I get to go back to work on our project house.

I think Birkley is making me pretty pathetic.

Banana

Baby Pictures

It's a girl (notice the arrow)

That's the soft spot not a receding hair-line

Thumbs up     Letting us know everything is ok in there

Right now our baby girl is the size of a banana.  I'm not sure what to be suprised by more, the fact that the baby is as big as a banana or the fact that I just found out that the baby is a girl.  I thought I would be excited when I found out what sex the baby was, but I was suprised by what happened when I was in the "big" ultrasound.  Little did I know that before we find out what sex the baby was, we would measure every possible vital organ/bone not to mention head.   My mind went quickly to what kind of baby to I hope everything is ok.  It was pretty nerve wracking to watch the tech measure and record measurements of your baby when you have no idea what is going on.  Our tech was very good telling us what she was doing, but I became very anxious with each measurement.  By the time I found out what sex she was, I was relieved that everything else was ok.  I almost wonder if this is done on purpose. 

     Personally, I didn't care what we are going to have.  I speak for both of us when I say that we are very excited to invite Birkley into our lives.  So Britt is able to feel her moving and I am looking forward to when I can feel her as well.  It is pretty incredible to be able to put a sex, let alone a name, to a child that is about to come into your life.  I have started to think 1,5,10,15, even 20 years ahead.  It's a lot different now and it is exciting and kind of scares the crap out of me.  Game on.

cantaloupe

So we hopefully find out what kind we are having on Friday, big day for us.  The last picture we have was at ten weeks when the baby was about an inch and a half.  Now the baby is the size of a cantaloupe.  Apparently at that size, you can see if there are testicles (my wife may have testicles.)  I am told this will pass.  At this point, I could care less what we are having as long as it is healthy.  I know this is the thing to say, but I am here and that's exactly what I'm thinking.

As for our projects, our windows are done and the demo is done on the master bedroom.  We have a lot more to finish up.  

paternal Nesting part 2 (operation fuster cluck)

So here are a few pictures of our new bedroom

Paternal Nesting

Never heard of paternal nesting?    me either.  I was thinking about this when I was ripping down the ceiling in our new master bedroom.  You see, the baby is getting the perfectly fine master bedroom we are in now.  If that isn't bad enough, we need new windows and a new closet for the baby in the room that was perfectly good enough for its parents as it stands now.  You may think that this is me venting because I don't want to do the work, but you are wrong.  I would have thought the same thing myself about a year ago.  Now, I want the baby to have a perfect room.  The irony here is that it wouldn't know if it was living in the basement in a box as long as it was taken care of.  This is where paternal nesting comes in.

The way I see it now is as follows:

I will be riding in a cart that I rigged my dog to pull and my kid will be driving a very nice electric car that I sold my perfectly good truck for.  We will also refinance the house for his/her college (hopefully a cheap college like montana.)  This is just for the first child that I am excited for, God help the second one.  I now know what happened to them (sorry Heather and Clark.)

This is obviously just joking around and I can't wait to have the kid we are about to have.    

super bird

So no one knows what that title means but me, Britt, and Baily, but I like it.  Baily has a favorite toy and we call it the "super bird."  I watched Britt come down our stairs and tell Baily (the dog) to get "super bird."  No big deal unless you are me.  What I saw is my gorgeous wife coming downstairs and telling Baily to get her favorite toy.   This also is not a big deal, unless you are in my shoes.  This is the first time I really saw Britt showing.  I wish I knew how to express how I feel when this happened but I really don't know how to show what is going on in my head.  This is the best I can do.

Wife is a nice word, I like it and I like having one.  Britt is the best wife I could have ever asked for.  She is everything I could have ever wanted.  That was enough, but to have her give us a child, blows me away.  To watch her come downstairs with a little belly is the best.  I can't remember ever been happier.  I know there is a lot of work ahead but I can't wait and I'll take all the challenges parenthood has to offer.  (Said by a true almost father)  

As dumb as it sounds, I am impressed/excited/moved at the attention that Britt gives the dog while she is pregnant/tired/sick.  Her energy blows me away and inspires me at the same time.   She has not missed a day of work or a day of dance.  Her work didn't even know she was pregnant till she told them when she was in her second trimester.  I know it isn't a contest but she is making me look bad.  My grandpa laughed at me after he asked me how long she was planning on dancing and I told him an hour (he was asking how long into the pregnancy.)

She will dance until she can't and we are still planning on going to the Montana football games until she can't (we already have season tickets.)  She is a remarkable lady and I am very lucky to have her.  We are very excited to welcome a new baby to the family.

PS  We'll know the kind of baby May first if everything goes well

PSS  Thanks for the football tickets Rich

Avacodo

So we got to hear the avacodos heartbeat (as of today, the baby is the size of an avacodo.) We also made the appointment to find out what flavor we're having,  it's starting to get real.  We have the windows ordered, closet plans drawn, high chair put together, crib on its way, and a fake cow on wheels (the dog is petrified of the fake cow.) 

    (Four carpet spots were harmed in the making of this picture.)

 Only four things left to do:

-install windows and closet in baby's room

-remodel master bedroom

-put in master bathroom

-get baby stuff for baby

I'm sure after I get all this done it's going to be a piece of cake.