This morning, I woke up in Lakeside. With my husband. I kissed him before he went off to work. Ava still asleep, I made a cup of coffee. I sat on my couch which found its forever home in my living room versus my bedroom. It was devine. How amazing something so simple can make me feel at peace.

I starting moving furniture from our bedroom into the living room yesterday while the husband was at work. I knew if I waited for Raf, he would say no. I started going crazy having everything crammed in our bedroom about 6 months ago. While some people enjoy having a tv in their bedroom, I'm over it and I hated seeing my couch in the corner which my theory is that Rafal only liked it there so he could throw his dirty work clothes on it. Men...

Anyway, I will be moving in soon. Like when someone can move my big armoire and bed frame over.

Hopefully I can update soon from computer and I can show pictures of the kitchen. My pride and joy!



The house is 90 percent finished.

It is hard sometimes to mesh our lives together. I'm talking about my husband and I. Specifically religion. You see, I am LDS and Rafal is technically Catholic but is known to call himself Atheist. He's not. I just don't by it. Anyways, there is a lot that goes into being a Mormon. I will stand by my beliefs to my dying day. I've seen it bring light into my life during the darkest time. That being said, it's hard work. Well, I never really understood how hard I it would be sharing my life with someone who doesn't have the same beliefs as I do. I don't mind that my husband isn't LDS but when I try to explain why I feel some things are wrong, I feel like it falls on deaf ears. What do you mean I can't drink Jack Daniels? Why am I not aloud to have a cigarette when I'm stressed? Why can't I watch Spike TV? Just cause babe, its not right. You see how this can pose some problems. But when it comes to Ava, we have some very similar beliefs. We both want her to grow in a nurturing and clean environment. A few nights ago, we rented a seemingly innocent blockbuster comedy. A few minutes in, the movie took a turn for the worse. Every other word was a cuss word along with very suggestive content. It didn't take long for Rafal to ask to to turn it off since Ava was also in the room with us. It made me happy. We are both clear that Ava will grow up in the church and Rafal supports that. Maybe one day he will willingly come too.

If you think I vanished from the blog world, you are right. My computer is still on the fritz and personally have to intention of fixing it. So, I am at the mercy of my mom's memory as she brings her laptop home for me to use. She usually forgets remembers. Thanks, Mom!

Let's rewind to the rodeo. I think thats where we left off. Let me tell you, it sucked. All it was, was one huge party. While that may sound like fun to the general east county population, not to us. People kept walking in front of our seats... the whole time... to get beer... the same people. I told about 30 El Cap High School kids to get out of our way and stop engaging in underage drinking. Rafal did the same but to the old people. What I thought was amusing however, was how many times my poor man got knocked in the head with a fake Gucci bag (he got the aisle seat). After the 5th time, I had to laugh. I complained. No one cared. We left early. Rafal said that he would take us to a real rodeo in November. Cattle Call. We'll see.

Moving on to Ava. She likes to feed herself with a fork. Meaning, she has better table manners then her dad. She can imitate a cow and horse which includes a lot of spit. She pulls up her dress in church and shows off her belly button. It sounds like she's saying baby. Really. At a friends house, she pointed to my friends stomach and said baby. She means belly button but we all thought it was great. She tries to say Gunner. It comes out Ga Ga. Thats our dog. She wants to hug him but he turns the other way as soon as he sees her. She is walking a lot now just not inside the house. Thats crawling territory. She hugs and kisses. She likes to play in water. She can point to her ear, eyes, nose and mouth. She loves to play ball and excitedly shouts, Baaww! She loves Lora and Amanda, friends of ours. And Oma. Oh, she loves her Oma. She literally screams at the door if we aren't able to go play outside. Can't I make breakfast first, Ava? I still haven't gotten her off her paci yet. Just during nap times or if we are at a fancy restaurant where a paci was a life saver. I love having Rafal with me during these events. He lets me eat and talk and he takes over baby duty. Rafal just adores her. We both do.

On the house. You guys! The tile is done thanks to my fabulous hard working beautiful man of a husband! We also bought a stove. And the counter top. The stove is an electric flat surface and I love it. I found it online at the Sears Outlet store in Oceanside, called them up and they delivered it 2 days later. It was a great deal. We decided on butcher block for the counter top. Mainly because of our budget but I also like the look of it against the white cabinets. Ikea sells the wood in slabs and it needs to be cut, installed and treated. We are just waiting on the sink, which is sold out until further notice. Right when Ikea got on my good side! Because the counter top needs to be cut to perfection and since the sink is really heavy, we are hiring a professional to finish the kitchen.

This weekend, we'll be in Lakeside painting the crown molding. Things are really moving people.