The Fountain - my cup will runneth over!

Although Bellingham has a myriad of coffee shops (um... #4 in the nation per capita) I am so excited about 'The Fountain - coffee & wine bar" which is opening in the... wait for it... Fountain District. So predictable but really, genius. You don't ever have to wonder where the heck it is.

So here's why I'm excited about this place. It's going to be inexpensive. It's going to have really great contemporary but cozy decor. It's going to be open for breakfast, lunch, dinner and beyond. I know, tell me about it! I'm excited too!! Real food in a coffee shop atmosphere. ALL DAY!

And as we have a new baby on the way, I am already thinking about quick inexpensive dates that Luke and I can have in Bellingham after the baby is born. Just an hour here and there to sit and remind ourselves that in between all the feeding and not sleeping and diapers and learning to be parents that we were first just a guy and a girl who fell in love. I don't think we could give our baby a better gift than that.

Note to Self

This I must not do while pregnant:

• Try to move a queen size bed frame all by myself.
• Get a full night's sleep... I guess it's good prep (although, I have had many loving talks with our boy and we have come to an understanding about sleeping through the night)
• Eat whatever I want because I want all the stuff I'm not allowed to eat. Oh FETA, when will we meet again?
• Think that I can actually get my house organized before the baby arrives. We are simply too messy. But don't blame me for trying. Luke. Ahem.
• Spend time online comparing the size of my belly to other pregos and sighing in relief.
• Gag over and over because Tums Tablets are so gaggy.
• Think of killing my dog because he is getting less and less charming, especially when he barks like he's being paid per bark. Reminder: buy a bark collar. Double Reminder: love the little doggy because he's still pretty cute... for a wiener dog.

But who wants to think about all of that? Not I!

I think I'll go drink some milk.

11oz of BIG news!!!

So... yesterday was a very happy day for both Daddy-to-be and I!!! We went to our ultrasound not caring if our bubs was a boy or a girl. Really, no preference. And then the ultrasound tech announced right away that without a doubt, we had a little boy on the way. Well, let me tell you... I just had a few tears start to leak from the corner of my eyes. It just made it SO much more real for me... knowing that we didn't just have a baby coming, but Luke's new little buddy as well! If it had been a girl, it would be our future pumpkin or whatever but he's a buddy and I am beyond excited to announce that to everyone!!!!

Our tech was REALLY great and had almost as much fun as us with the appointment! We even got a couple of small movie clips of him working his stuff in my tummy! And he can sure work it! Luke has this really crazy dance he does with his feet when he's all worked up, especially at weddings (sigh) and wouldn't you know it but out little boy seems to have inherited the talent. When I saw it, I burst out laughing... where have we seen these moves before??? And I will proudly applaud Dad and son from the sidelines. Probably. Well, maybe just our boy.

So, here are some of the first shots I have to offer.

I can barely handle that face already... pretty cute!

And that belly!!!! Sigh.

Letter of Apology

Dear Skinny Jeans:

I am sorry I tried to put you on yesterday. It was not fair to you at all. You should never be stretched the way I tried to stretch you. You were meant to fit over my entire butt, not halfway. I'm sure you felt really embarrassed.

I promise I won't try to wear you again until a more appropriate time. This is my solemn promise. I would never want to make you feel the way you did yesterday. I am sorry.

Yours truly,

Wishful Thinking.

What happened?

So... I am not sure how this happened but I am a total domestic weirdo. I don't think it happened overnight but slowly, like... over more than a decade. Nope, wait. Earlier. My first memory of yearning to organize goes back to my friend Shereen's house. Her mom came home with a bunch of bags from Zellers (it's like Canadian Walmart/Kmart/etc) with all these drawer organizers and I was very curious. I remember going home and asking my mom why she didn't want to organize like that. The reason wasn't too impressive.

But somehow, despite a mom who didn't truly adore plastic, made in china and other places trays and baskets, I am a lost cause! It started slowly with endless aims at getting the cupboards totally ordered when I first got married. I didn't have much else to do until my work visa came through. Maybe it was a need to control something... and boy, do cans of soup bow to my will!

Then I met Ikea. That was a life altering moment. Enough said.

And now, today I must confess to all that I have met a new and endearing friend. Meet my friend Tupperware.

Now, I remember my mom having all sorts of parties for Tupperware and (big ugh) Weekender Wear. Does anyone remember that? I hope not. It was not a good choice. SO bad. I cringe even thinking about all the different ways you could "style" (VERY loosely used) those clothes. I think I need to take a cleansing breath.... okay, I feel better now.

Where was I? Oh, right. I had a Tupperware party at the end of September. And somehow I "saved" all sorts of money by spending all sorts of money. I think I cut out the last part of that sentence for my husband! I like it when he thinks I'm a good thrifty wife. And oh-ho boy, the large box of goodies with MY name on it was enough to make me do a little dance around the dining room. I really did! And my friends, I am now proud to show you the fruits of my labor.

BEFORE

And...

AFTER

BEFORE

AFTER

For some strange reason, everything is underlining... sorry.

But, more importantly, I think I want more, ahem, NEED more Tupperware. The end.

chaos and bellies

I am succumbing to the pressure to add some belly photos. I have been SO lazy about this because every time I think about taking a picture I am looking kinda scary. And people, let's just be honest. No matter how cute the belly is, if the face and everything else is just wrong, it's all wrong. And let's just say, there's been a lot of wrong lately!

Wedding craziness, bridal showers, clean-up from wedding, a house disaster after a week of up to 4 house guests, life = not so pretty.

However, Luke did take this photo back on October 3rd... which made me 15 weeks, 6 days. So even though I'm 17 weeks, 2 days today, this is the belly shot you get for today. Maybe there will be something else later this week!

Please excuse the blurriness... camera battery was dead... used a phone.

Oh, and p.s., I changed my comments setting so that you can comment even if you don't have a google account. So comment!

kitchen towels - a beautiful thing

I love kitchen towels. Je t'aime kitchen towels. I heart kitchen towels. For the millions of ways to say it, I really do! 

Since this is my blog and I can talk about whatever I want to, it's kitchen towel day! I was just upstairs folding some laundry and ended up with a lovely stack of towels for my kitchen. Big Happy Sigh! I don't know why I like them so much. Okay, maybe I do. 

The kitchen is a part of every single day of my life. I like to eat, okay. But sometimes it gets a little mundane to be there. I'm sure you've never felt this way. 

Well, I do sometimes. But wait! I'll go to grab a towel and realize I threw it in the laundry last night and then I get to (note: GET to!) pull a new one out of the cupboard. Something pretty and clean and fresh and probably with some green in it, because I happen to like green a lot. 

Here's my little happy stack. 

Small disclaimer: please excuse the photos. BOTH my camera batteries were dead so I borrowed Lukes "beginner" camera (lol) and thus, beginner photos. Okay, maybe it's not a beginner camera. I just like mine WAY better. And know how to use it better.

Please notice the really bad photo of my towel label. This is from my absolute favorite kitchen towel on the planet. I only know one place in town to buy them and I only have one. But that is about to change. I have plans, big plans. To buy more. Possibly this week. 

I got it at The Greenhouse downtown and it's pretty much a towel bestie if there ever was one. I never have to iron it. Well, I don't really iron ANY of my towels (Puh-lease) but these ones don't wrinkle. And they are big and pretty and my favorite. In case you didn't notice yet. And it has texture... oh, sweet, sweet texture. 

And now that I realize I've been babbling about towels for more than two sentences, I'm going to stop. And pretend I didn't write about this topic at all.