Basement Update

Insulation: 102% Done! (I had a little extra)















I learned 3 things:

1) It really is as itchy as Lynnell said it would be.
2) I should have listened to my wife and worn a long sleeve shirt.
3) According to the Poison Control Center, kids can't eat insulation. Why don't they teach you this stuff in Lamaze classes?

I'm kidding about the last one. Which means I only learned two things. Unless you count the fact that I look really good in a $7 painters suit and mask. I didn't know that before.

Worst Wreck To Date

Last night we had a major accident. I was pushing Izzie through the house on her horse. (It was more like a big shove and then she would go cruising from the living room to the kitchen.) Well on about the 8th go I started shoving her and something went wrong. The shove didn't go strait, and would have ended up with Izzie smashing into the dinning table and chairs which could have been a catastrophe. So, I did the old mega brake and tried to stop her before it turned out bad. Well, Izzie went flying forward which caused the back of the horse to flip up and out of my grip. Then she and the horse both went careening face first towards the floor. SHE HIT HARD. And then she didn't move. I was worried for about half of a second until I heard the scream coming. When Lynnell and I picked her up it was very apparent that something bad happened. There was a small pool of blood where her face was and there was even more blood pouring out of her mouth.

Turns out her teeth cut her upper lip really bad. It was bleeding pretty good, and the poor baby wasn't happy. I can't blamer her. It looked painful.

Here she is bawling while we try to tend to her wounds.


Lov'ns from mommy.


After 30 minutes of crying she started feeling better. Maybe it was the Tylenol kicking in.


But there was the periodic pain surge which always resulted in crying.


Followed by more loving and sympathy which resulted in no crying.


Here's a close-up of the damage.




Here's a dramatic re-enactment of the final crash position. Imagine Izzie with her legs straddling the horse and her face embedded into the floor. No she was not lucky enough to do this on carpet.


Poor baby.


This morning when we got up most of the swelling had gone down, but it wasn't any prettier.





Luckily she's a trooper, and she was back to her playful self this morning. And she obviously forgave me because she was very loving towards me.


Daddy's sorry baby. Love you.

Basement Progress

We've made some substantial progress on the basement in the last month. Here's an update.

Framing: 100% done.
Electrical: 100% done.
Plumbing: 100% done.
HVAC: 100% done.














Next up: Insulation, sheet rock, mudding and taping.

Yes!

Breakfast with Izzie

One fine morning I recorded Izzie eating her breakfast because it's just fun to watch. Here's six minutes of the Iz eating away.



Fun.

January 2009

As always, it's time for some random pictures.

This is January 2009:

New Years Day: Izzie discovered that she can put things in her mouth and walk around with them. Apparently it's the greatest thing ever because she was giggling like crazy with this red ball. It probably didn't help that I was encouraging it by tickling her and chasing her to try to get it.


We've finally reached the point where Izzie is developing a sense for fashion... Or at least trying. She insisted on wearing her new boots that Grannie got her for Christmas while she rode her new pony even though the boots didn't match the outfit or the horse.


She's getting quite good with utensils, but sometimes it's just easier to grab a fist full of food and hope that 50% of it makes it to the mouth.


Anyone who has kids (or has seen a kid... which is everyone) knows that it's not all fun and games. Here she is faking a fit for God only knows what.


Here's a funny happening. Lynnell said that one day at lunch she just sat in her chair with her hand on her cheek. She ate her whole meal that way. Lynnell said that she didn't take her hand off of her cheek for anything. I propose that she was monitoring the development of her mandible during this crucial task.




Yeah, I know; she's cute.

We decided to go out for dinner one night, and Izzie lucked out because she got to sit next to daddy. It was the cutest thing; she would randomly lean over on me and just hang out as if to say "I love you daddy." Luckily we had the camera with us for just such an occasion. Here she is loving dad.


And then she would sit up and go back to eating and coloring like it was no big deal.


It's fun being a dad. I can't wait for the next one... :)