A Whole New Look

The last couple weeks at our house have been spent working tirelessly on finishing up a new roof for our house. I have a new appreciation for any roof that I see (and I wasn't even the one doing the dirty work). However I do know what goes into it now, and it was a lot of work. We had to start by tearing off the old shingles because of the multiple layers that was already on it, and start fresh. We definitely couldn't have done it without our wonderful neighbors and Mike's family. Just when Mike was feeling he couldn't do anymore, someone would show up to help and he'd get a new burst of energy to keep going. Here's a picture overload for you! I tried to keep them in order of: before, during, and after sequence. 

To give you an idea of what we were dealing with....

Mike's cousin fell through the roof here while working..

You can see in this picture (if you look closely) there was mold growing on the edges...

Side story... We almost got away with no major catastrophes, except for one minor incident. We had to borrow a ladder from our wonderful neighbor Tara, (yes, because we're too lazy to just buy one, after 2 years of home ownership you'd think we would just do it) so Mike was using that to get up and down the roof. Well, somehow the ladder became unlocked during its use on day 2, and unknown to Mike, he went to step down to get off the roof, and as soon as he stepped on the first rail the ladder buckled and Mike went falling to the ground (about 10 ft). I was in the house and heard a ladder fall, so I rushed outside to see Mike laying on the grass. He said he was fine, but that his leg hurt. The ladder was basically folded in half. He got up and decided to go back to work. Well, as the evening progressed, his leg got progressively worse to the point of limping, swollen, and major pain. I suggested he go to the doctor to make sure it wasn't broken. So at 9:30pm that night he agreed, and we went to the ER. 

Here's a picture of the ladder and the location it was in, when it fell.

And here's a picture of Mike's ankle, taken from my phone at the ER. You can't hardly tell, but it was huge. Bigger than a baseball.

Luckily the X-rays showed no broken bones, just a sprain. So thankfully the next day Mike was able to work on the roof again with a 'boot' on and did just fine. It could've been a lot worse, since at this point in the project we weren't even half way done, and if he had broken it our friends and neighbors would've had to put the rest of the roof on FOR us. Lesson learned: buy yourself your own ladder. Now we have to get a ladder for us, and our neighbor!

All in all, we hope to never have to do this again in any house we live in. But as Mike and I look at our house, which we love, we never realized how beautiful shingles really are!

A Very Merry Unbirthday

Took Emmett to the doctor today for his 6 month well check!

18lbs -80%ile

27 inches long -80%ile

Head (don't remember) but it was 80% as well

He is one proportional kid!

On Sunday I made up for my lacking of no Easter basket on Easter and made Emmett a 1/2 birthday cake for his 1/2 birthday. And Mike and I reaped the benefits of it. He did get a good taste though.

Please don't zoom in on the cake, its quite ghetto. 

You zoomed in didn't you??

And I just have to add this picture: It reminded me of the movie Dumb and Dumber when Harry stuck his tongue to the frozen pole and it got stuck there. I couldn't find a picture of that, but the one from "A Christmas Story" gives a good description too. 

Hopefully this isn't going to be Emmett in 10 years.

Stop growing...please?

Tonight Emmett fell asleep on my shoulder after I finished nursing him. It was his bedtime and I looked around my house as I held him and thought about all the things I needed to do. My house was a mess, the dishwasher needed to be unloaded, the kitchen floor had mud all over it that Mike happened to track in, Emmett's toys were strewn across the family room floor, and it needed to be done before I went to bed myself. But Emmett is the kind of baby that prefers sleeping in his crib over anything and will rarely fall asleep in my arms anymore. So as I was holding him snoozing on my shoulder, his little legs now going way past my lap so I have to scrunch them up, I decided to ignore the messy house and just hold my sweet, sleeping baby.

Because he turns 6 months old tomorrow, and pretty soon those legs will be longer than mine. 

I better go to bed before I start to cry. Just kidding. Maybe...

Ps. My house is spotless now. Phew.

(Picture taken at a park in Bountiful 2 weeks ago)