Happy Birthday Tyler/Daddy!

He is 27 years old today. He is caught up to me now, at least for 6 months. We already celebrated with his family. His Mom and Dad gave him a CD of old picutres from his childhood. Here is one where he celebrated his birthday with his (yes his) calf named Cindy (after his Mom) when he lived in Boise on his granparents' farm.

Tyler, I hope you enjoy your next year. We have a lot of plans. I hope they work out the way you wish.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Drum Roll!

We did it! Well, really Tyler did just about everything. He did a great job putting in the new floors, baseboards, and painting. It was a ton of work. The picture doesn't really show the colors very well. They are very distorted. They are deep colors though. I really like warm colors that make me feel cozy and comfortable. If I could design my own home, it would be craftsmen style and craftsmen colors. Tyler on the other hand is very modern and straight, hence all the squares, brush nickel, and straight lines throughout the room. Still, we are a fairly good team picking materials, decor, and colors. We simply make a lot of deals with each other. For example, I chose the wall colors and get to name our baby. In return, Tyler will get his 40 inch TV at some point and the fish stays in the office. It works perfectly for us.
We'll change out the rugs at some point too, but our budget for the living room and kitchen remodel is empty. It can certainly wait.

Almost done....

Our interminable living room renovation continues:

We've now officially repainted every wall in our home and with a little luck, this weekend we'll finish the baseboards and molding and be done with the whole thing.

Bored

Needless to say, Rachel does not enjoy shopping at Home Depot as much as her father does:

Floor

One week and 1/2 a bottle of Advil later, we have a floor again:

We also now have a sliding glass door that isn't melting to pieces:

Next step: replacing the baseboards and re-painting....

Stop the Music!

New baby name!!!
Tyler named our baby boy months before we were even married. So, for him, naming this critter inside me was easy. He picked John Sherman Lloyd with the nickname Jack. I tried to love this name. I refered to my Grandama Sherman's picture for inspiration, and I even called the baby Sherman for a month. I just can't fall in love with the name. He is finally letting me change it. However, I do have two guidelines from him. (1) The first name stays John, and (2)he will be called by his middle name. It is tradition apparently. I have a name that I LOVE, but I am not announcing it until we pick it for sure. I've already confused Rachel to mcuh! :) So, if there were any of you refering to the baby as Sherman or Jack, STOP! I've got something better. You'll love it too.