What a treat from August!.

Scott and Pam Fullmer delivered us two bushels of hand picked! peaches from Scott's parents' Brigham City orchard. They have been mouth watering squishy delights. But shh, it's a secret they did just for us. What great friends to have.

Since then we have, bottled, dried, leathered, frozen, baked and consumed peaches in mass quantity. The Peach leather is gone (note to self, make more next year and hide it) it was Aspen's favorite. Lib has been requesting peaches and milk often. Abbie likes them from the bottle. Mick enjoyed the peach crisp I made a few nights back, and I might have even served warmed peach pie and ice cream from breakfast. 

Mmm, nothing quite like a fresh peach pie! Definitely my favorite peach dish. This one was delicious, but not pretty looking around the edges. I steal time from things I know don't matter in the long run. Crust prettiness was that day's time saver.

Progress

Crown and moldings are turning white as I type. Color goes on tomorrow night. Carpet Thursday. Contractions happening now. Too much strain on the belly today. Hot shower time.

Here's to Wishing I Could Run Away to Mom and Dad's Until It's Finished

The two main floor rooms are coming along. We've got new vents, new closets new lighting/electrical, and texture. We also have a new and ever growing layer of dust throughout the rest of the house. Fun!

Next up, paint. I still have no idea what color to splash on the master bedroom walls. I'm torn between wanting something warm but clean and fresh. I envision my bed set painted black (more painting...) with a lovely white bedspread sprinkled with bits of grass colored green. But what color for the walls?

When painting is complete and carpet is in, we will commence moving and reshifting rooms while we finish the upstairs for Lib and Abbie. I'm nearly dying not having the nursery together, and it won't be until we move the girls upstairs to their finished space. I'm praying the next few weeks go by quickly and efficiently with enough money left over to buy a crib just in time to house a babe.     

The Great Dust Bowl of 2012

The Great Dust Bowl of 2012 occurred in our home last night. It was a man vs. drywall battle. Someone was none to happy about his loss.

Yesterday morning I spent a good two hours cleaning every surface of our main floor. Hardwood looked shiny again. Furniture was dusted. Floors and couches were sucked of alien substances. Unfortunately I thought the big dust storm had already reared its ugly head and I was just late getting around to sweeping up its remnants.

Wrong.

Waking this morning, all my shining, polishing, disinfecting, sweeping efforts- which induced high blood pressure flashes of light in my vision- were literally coated with a fine white powder. Just like my ghost husband of the wee hours of last evening.

Should I clean it all up again today? The kitchen, yes. Cleanliness in food prep is a must. The rest will need to patiently wait until we actually start to paint. There is bound to be a Second Great Dust Bowl of 2012 this evening.

Not The Nest Building Mess I Planned On

My house is a mess and I cannot control much of it. We have two bedrooms out of commission and piles of stuff everywhere. I love home improvement projects but only wish I knew how to do it all myself (or could at this rate), because it would have been done last week. As it stands this is turning into a month long process and if it doesn't kill me, it will surely make me very ornery. And we all know who suffers when the mom is ornery, so I'm actively trying to practice at least an ounce of patience. Baby steps.

Speaking of babies...

With my lack of control over the continuous tornado that is my house, I got creative and made something that I know how to make (and clean up): a monogrammed receiving blanket. 

I've made so many of these and each time my newest one becomes my favorite. Despite the fancy lowercase k looking like a capital R, I love how this turned out. It is cute, soft, retro, tree hugger friendly, feminine and not too pink. I made it for Marni's daughter who was born a few weeks back. Marni loved it, so all was a success. Little Katelynn will be resting in cuteness and comfort. Tweet, tweet!

Now back to practicing patience while living in chaos during nesting season...