What you all have been waiting for…

I know it has been over a month since my last post.  I’ll be honest, there has not been much to discuss as far as blog worthy topics.  I don’t sleep much, I go to work, I sit uncomfortably all day, I await for Baby The Edge to arrive, wake up and do it all the next morning.  The past few months though, my mom and I have slowly been working on the decor for Baby The Edge’s nursery.  I know it isn’t necessary for now, especially since he will be sleeping in the bassinet in our room the first few weeks, months, years, or decades, but I wanted it done before the arrival so I would not have to worry about it. 

To start off, we found this pattern months ago when looking through material to make the bumpers out of.  A vintage cowboy theme, if you will.    

We worked our way around it.  Yesterday, my mom finished the bumpers knowing I am very tired and can barely move.  What are moms for, right?  And now we are complete. 

Here is the crib with the bumpers completed.  The wall decor over the crib cames from Ronston’s parents.  The opposite wall art was a gift from our friends, the Lesters.  They always have a great eye for interior design and they did an excellent job with these finds.  In fact, they always make us so mad because we will ask where they find these great items and they are always stores we struggle with for some reason. 

The changing table and dresser or as I call “the Changing Station”.  I know it is a very original name, I would appreciate if people did not copy.  We decided to keep this very calm and spruce up with some decor.  I didn’t want much on the walls here, because let’s be honest.  This is where Baby The Edge will poop and pee on the wall, so we kept is plain with a clock. 

The eating corner.  Ronston’s mom did a great job at re-upholstering this rocking chair to fit the theme of the room.  I will appreciate it greatly at 4:00 in the morning, I am sure.  Cursing Ronston for not having the proper plumbing to help out with late night feedings.

Finally, here are the curtains my mom and I attempted to make on numerous occassions.  For some reason or another we would make them and they would still come out the incorrect length.  Finally when I left, she was able to finish them correctly and did it in less than an hour.  I think it means we were chatting too much.  You think we would learn since we were both the classroom chatter boxes when we were in school. 

We are geeting close to the arrival of Baby The Edge though.  I think the Puppy Kids are sensing it.  They have been a little more cuddily in the past few weeks.  I am not all that concerned about our feelings for the Pups in the coming weeks.  I know I will always look at those cute faces and think, “oh I could eat that face!”  Mainly I am concerned, they will no longer love us the same and we will lose our cuddle buds as they will want to be with Baby The Edge.  I guess only time will tell. 

 

For your consideration…

A Vote for Tamela is a Vote for Laughter.

Evidence of my hillarity. 

TAMELA

I was just looking at Old Navy at lunch.  There is a little lion costume for Halloween.  Even one for 0/3 months.  Cross off Halloween and me doing the Lion King with the wee-one. 

RONSTON

Oh I see.  A one sided decision.  Then…in a few years, his playfulness and the hatred between my brother and I will lead to my tragic death with little Baby The Edge running away to hang out with some fat stinky pig.  (*Note: there is no real hatred between Ronston and his brother.  He is “trying” to be “funny”.)

I don’t like where this will lead.

TAMELA

It’s not a pig, it’s a warthog.  Let’s not forget the meerkat too.  And it’s your brother’s own fault in his quest for power.

RONSTON

So…in other words…you don’t care if I die tragically being trampled by wildebeests???  You’re more worried about me properly calling a fat pig, a wart hog?  We have problems!!!

TAMELA

Oh I care.  I mean, who else would mow the lawn?  Also, I don’t see many wildebeests in this state.  The men in suits making their way to the Neighbor’s Market in the morning, maybe. (These men frantically cross a busy street in the morning with their 84 oz. mugs in order to fill up with Diet Coke and Diet Mountain Dew.)  Also, I am concerned about the warthog being labeled properly because I don’t want Baby The Edge to grow up and become a racist. 

And Scene.

VOTE FOR TAMELA!!

 

 

1,592 Kids and Counting…

Oh folks.  So I am reading my morning gossip only to find Ronston’s favorite American family in the news… The Duggars!  And guess what… baby J #19 is on the way.  Oy vey! 

I bet it will be a good day for Ronston.

Putting it to a vote…

So Ronston and I recently had a conversation over email about a film that was done in Utah a few years ago, called ADVENTURES OF POWER  (click here to see the trailer on YouTube).  Ronston saw this film at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival and fell in love… IN LOVE.  And so begins this email conversation.

RONSTON

So…Rush Tom Sawyer just came on the radio. Oh…sweet memories. You never told me that Adventures of Power finally got picked up for limited release. You need to tell your co-workers to use their connections to have the Broadway pick it up for screening. 

Whap-ching (cracking of my whip for you to get to work on this).

TAMELA

a) I didn’t know it had limited release.

b) How much coffee did you drink today?

c) I don’t know if I care for all this excitement for the Fantasy Football Draft (as he called me earlier in the day to let me know he would be busy for the evening).

d) I’m the funny one in this relationship and you are changing the status quo.

RONSTON

My clever responses:

a) Why not? It must not have hit the Variety or Entertainment Weekly

yet. In due time…should be a cover story

b) Not that much. I am just a true fan of this film.

c) You have your things to look forward to (baby). Why can’t I?

d) Oh times…they are a changing!!!

TAMELA

My even more cleaver responses:

a) I do find my industry news from elsewhere. I do also read the Hollywood Reporter, IMDB, and frequent men’s restrooms.

b) Since when are you a true fan of anything outside of the green blankey? (For those of you who don’t know Ronston, he still has a difinitive attachment to his childhood blanket.)

c) Oh, I see now. Not very excited about this baby thing, eh? Well that must be for the best, since I don’t know who the father is.

d) I am highly disappointed in your skills. I set you up fully for a High School Musical number (your first love) and you didn’t take it.

RONSTON

Sorry…

I’ll “Oh No No…stick to the status quo-o-o.”  (Verified proof about Ronston’s love for High School Musical.  Tricked you there, Ronston!)

Okay fine. I concede the victory in being the “Funny One”. Although…you may want to get a second opinion on that.

TAMELA

We’ll put it to a vote on the blog.

End Scene

So what do you think everyone?  For those of you who do know The VillHumps, who is the funnier one in the relationship.  Examples for back up would be great for argument sake.

And how does Ronston know this kind of information?

Brighton has a new love for Abba music.  I don’t know if it has anything to do with me having the feature film, MAMMA MIA on constant repeat in the house.  Note to everyone:  I do not think this movie is absolutely fantastic.  I do like the musical numbers (minus Remington Steele’s) and it makes for great background noise while cleaning the house.  During the musicale numbers though, I do typically sing and dance towards the puppy kids.  Smith looks at me like I am the crazy lady and buries his head in embarrassment.  Brighton though, loves it.  She wags the tail.  When I stop, she paws at me as if to say, “more Mommy!” 

 Last night, after Ronston’s weekly dosage of the Duggars, I needed to even out.  In order to do so, I began my own version of “Dancing Queen”.  As normal, Brighton was right on board.  She looked at me with amazement as I sat down next to her on the floor and did my best Swedish pop group.  Ronston, in no mood for my antics gave me a look to stop.  Smith, ended up walking between Brighton and me as if to say, “stop!  I can’t handle this nonsense.” 

With Smith’s rude interruption, Brighton decided to go to another room and feel sorry for herself.  She was getting great attention and it was taken away with ease.  As she stood up, she took a nice big stretch.  Leaning on the back paws to stretch the front.  Leaning on the front paws to stretch the back.  Then, re-leaning on the front legs and she stretched her little bum, which did a little bum juggle we have never seen before.  I don’t even know how to begin describing it.  I think Ronston’s description was the best, “it looks like someone has been working the strip clubs in Compton again.”  That is right.  A full on booty shake, straight out of a Tupac video.  Could a puppy mom be any prouder? 

Keeping it classy… Fairview

And I wonder why people feel the need to point out and say,

“oh you’re getting big now, aren’t you?” 

One thing I will give the Duggars

With Ronston’s new obsession over the Duggars, he decided to season pass the show on the DVR.  This is the clincher though.  Last year, we added an additional DVR to the TV in the bedroom.  So we have two available in our home.  Before you judge, let me tell you why.  Ronston is able to record what ever shows he pleases in the family room, without complaint from me.  I am able to record what ever shows I please in the bedroom, without complaint from him.  It is a win/win.

This next bit might show a little controversy in our home for right now.  Ronston set a season pass on the Duggars and decided to do so… ON MY DVR.  Do you have any idea how many times I have wanted to delete it when I see that damn show on the menu?  But I am a good and supportive wife, so I don’t.  I guess I have more in common with the Duggars than I thought.  Ronston’s reasoning for using my DVR is that he can watch it in bed while I am asleep.  Fine… FINE! 

Last night he started to watch it before I was even sleeping though.  I will admit, I listened here and there.  On this particular episode, the Duggars were helping another family add on to their home.  Everyone contributed and in ways I did not expect.  The 17-year-old Duggar daughter set all the tile.  I thought to myself, “what a handy little thing”.  Apparently, they teach all the kids how to handy things around the house.  They all know how to set tile, do plumbing, electrical, and carpentry.  I was impressed.  I even thought to myself, if these Duggar girls can set tile while wearing their denim skirts, dammit, so can I.  Minus the denim skirt though because a) it is no longer the 1990s and b) is it still necessary to wear a skirt when doing manual labor.   Again… eearily close to FLDS polygamists. 

Therefore, by the year end, I will learn to be more handy around my house.  So watch out Amy Matthews and your shows on DIY.  Here comes Tamela! 

Is this what I have to look forward to?

Ronston has a new favorite show.  I don’t know why.  It boggles my mind.  Normally when he gets sucked in to a reality TV show of all things, it is somewhat intelligent.  Something on the Discovery Channel like “MythBusters” or “The Deadliest Catch”.  Nothing like this though.  I asked him why of all shows this one.  He replied, “it is so bizarre, I cannot take my eyes off of them.”  Are you ready to find out what it is?

TLC’s, “18 Kids and Counting”.  If you do not know about this show, it is about the Dugar Family.  (See here.)  A traditional Baptist family that is eerily close to FLDS polygamists, minus the four other wives.  All the kids are popped out of ONE WIFE.  I kid you not. 

I am mainly concerned about this new show because, what if Ronston starts to believe in it.  The one of the way already scares the hell out of me.  What if he will expect me to shoot 18 kids out of my hoo-ha!?!?  I guess I will need to give up the lovin’ more than that once too. 

Crazy Puppy Lady Back in ACTION

I took some photos recently of my pups and some others.  Not very many and I need to be better about taking photos in general.  It’s just that every time I take the camera out, Ronston suggests we take it to the boudoir.  Okay, not really.  I suggest it and he looks at me with fear.  I’m just trying to help us find new ways to pay the mortgage.  Thinking outside of the box.   So I am trying to be better about taking photos and more importantly, downloading them to the computer.   

This is Zeus.  He was 8-weeks old in this photo and sleeping as in asleep. 

This is Gus.  As soon as a camera is pulled out, he is there.  He thinks he is a model. 

This is Gus and Klayre.  I just think this is a cute photo. 

Of course we all know Smith and Brighton. 

Brighton staying hydrated while camping.

Smith being all tired with his bloated belly.  I told him to stay away from that grass.

Since Smith didn’t feel well, we decided to lay down as a family and nap. 

Brighton hiding from the camera.   

Sound the trumpets!

What everyone has been waiting and pleading for. 

 Wait for it…

 

Wait for it…

 

Ronston cooking dinner for me!!  With a popsicle in his hand, nonetheless.  He’s a multi-tasker.  

Okay for real.  I received many requests to post a photo of Baby The Edge and here he is at 29 weeks along.  

He definitely grew over the weekend as did my chest (A Pioneer Day Miracle!) as my friend, Alana, pointed out to me this morning.  In her words, “your boobs are huge!  My God, I can’t stop looking at them!”  Way to make a modest pregnant woman feel more insecure.  I guess it is time for the mu-mu and to cover it all up.  I better call my friend, Lena.  She’s Samoan and bound to have an extra mu-mu I can borrow.  

As for an update – everything with Baby The Edge is going really well.  We had a little scare that I had gestational diabetes.  After two – 12 oz. drinks of melted Otter Pops and seven pokes in the arm, we have confirmed my sugar levels to be normal and I am fine.  

Birthing class is getting even better and better.  I am convinced Ronston and I are the only ones that have a sense of humor about having a baby.  In the second class we discussed how labor and delivery will be and different options to make it more comfortable.  We were taken into a labor and delivery room, where she pulled different couples from the class to show different positions of comfort for Mom with the help of her partner.  Ronston and I had to stand away from each other to prevent obscene comments and from one of us yelling out, “that is what got us into this mess!”  

The third class, involved the class going over everything that could potentially go wrong in childbirth.  I say, teach this in the junior high and high schools.  Once these kids see everything that could go wrong in childbirth with the potential of “that tube will go where?” that’ll scare ‘em from the sexual intercourse.  Ronston also became involved in that class.  He received a few chuckles from others, which only provokes him.  More than anything, he kind of hopes to get scrubs like Kevin Bacon in the 1980’s film, “She’s Having a Baby”. 

The nursery is coming along nicely.  We have an accent wall to paint, along with some touch ups and then add all the new items.  I will post photos for you when it is all done.  But until then, enjoy this!  (That is a command with that exclamation, by the way.)