tacos and cheese

An interesting predicament took place in the Grindy household the other afternoon. I was just waking up around 4:30pm after working the night before and observed my beautiful pregnant wife walking glumly into the bedroom. The following conversation ensued:

R: What's wrong babe?
K: I had a bad day. (imagine cute downward smile)
R: Why? What happened?
K: It was just a very blue day. (code for extremely bad, and oh, tears forming too, Rob pulls Katy into a hug as he's been instructed to do, that's part of what "blue" is code for)
R: How can I help? (typical male response, fix everything right, well this time it succeeded)
K: (in between sobs) The dog was barking all day, I didn't get anything done, I've been lazy all day, and, and, and...
R: And what?
K: AND WE DON'T HAVE ANY CHEESE!!!!! (imagine extremely deep and raspy banshee howl)
R: (trying to stifle a smile) What?
K: WE DON'T HAVE ANY CHEESE FOR THE TACOS!!!! (same hilarious voice)
R: (bordering on peeing my pants to keep from cracking up) Well let's go to the store and we'll get some.
K: I DON'T WANNA!!!!! IT'S TOO FAR!!!!! (1/4 mile keep in mind)
R: That's ok babe, we can have tacos without cheese, don't we have sour cream, taco sauce, and other stuff?
K: IT'S NOT THE SAME! YOU CAN'T HAVE TACOS WITHOUT CHEESE!!!!!
R: (lost it at this point and shook my belly like a bowl full of jelly in laughter)

In light of this conversation, I decided to ask you our friends and family what you thought. We have a poll posted on the left side of our blog on whether you think you could never eat a taco without cheese (a pregnant point of view) or could do it without if you had too (a non-placenta bearing point of view)

I've loved Katy being pregnant. She glows and is the most beautiful I've ever seen her, and I'll definitely miss moments like this. Hopefully they'll be supplanted with hilarity from our son.

Sweet Little Reese

We've been trying for months to get down to Pasadena to visit our friends the Kostjuk's and their sweet little baby girl Reese. Reese has Emanuel Syndrome, a genetic condition where she has 47 chromosomes instead of the 46 that a human should have. That 47th is a combination of the 11th and 22nd so it makes her extremely mentally and physically handicapped. On top of that, Reese was born with a diaphragmatic hernia, essentially pushing a lot of her vital organs up and squishing them together, specifically her left lung. I'm no doctor, but here's a good post from their site on what all that means. Reese has been doing well as of late, kicking a fever for one, and we were able to see her on what Ashley and Todd called, "One of her good days." Todd was awesome and came out to see us and Reese during his lunch hour. It's been such a blessing to watch and read how the Kostjuk's have been coping with the situation their baby girl has been in for these past 7 months. What an example of faith-living and God-fearing people they are. One can only hope that being put in a similar situation that we could trust in the Lord and His sovereign plan half as much as they have. If you have time, read through some of their posts over the last 7 months. Their story and faith will inspire you.

Huntington Hospital in Pasadena

Katy in the outdoor hallway

Reese getting place in her seat

Reese Renee Kostjuk

Tiny little feet

Rob, Katy and Reese

Ashley Kostjuk, Katy and Reese

All done! (For now)

This past weekend Katy and I finally finished the nursery! We got the crib all repainted after the staining fiasco, white-trash wired a light to the ceiling by splicing an extension cord, changed all the outlets, added a dimmer switch, painted the hamper the same color as the crib, added some decorative clouds to the blue room, re-organized the closet with a few baskets, and a few other minor additions. All that's left is a couple of things for the walls and an area rug we've yet to find. Not too bad for our first redecorating project!