Dear Baby, Pink or Blue? Love, Mommy

Dear Sweet Baby,

We find out tomorrow if you are a boy or a girl! I can't begin to tell you how very excited we are to find out! I'm certain you are a boy but your Daddy is equally certain you are a girl....I guess we'll know in 12 short (or very long) hours.

If you are a boy, I hope you look exactly like your Daddy looked when he was a baby. He was the cutest baby ever and grew up to be such a handsome man. He had blonde hair until he was 6 though. Hard to believe, huh? If we end up with a blonde baby I will be completely shocked since we both have olive complexions with brown hair and brown eyes. If you are a boy, you will be honored with being named after the best person that I think ever lived, my Grandpa Perry, your Great-Grandpa. He passed away 10 years ago from Alzheimer's Disease, but he had the sweetest spirit of anyone I've known. He was always calm and truly appreciated the simple things in life. Your full name will actually be John Perry, but you will go by Perry. The John part comes from Daddy's Grandpa John. He is still living and is a wonderful man too. He used to be a veterinarian. Impressive, huh? We both thought it would be neat to name you after both of our grandfathers. You will have a lot to live up to, but we know you will surpass our expectations.

If you turn out to be a girl, your name will be Elle Sofia. It's not after anybody but it's classy and elegant. I have always been in love with the name Isabella, but it has taken off in popularity over the last 2 years, of course! It's been #1 and #2 on the baby name list ever since the movie Twilight came out. Growing up I always had at least 1 other Kristin in my class and my name was very common. Your Daddy and I both agree that we want you to have a more unique name than Adam or Kristin ever was for our generation. That's where we came up with Elle. It is unique (not even in the top 100 names), but not totally out there. It is beautiful but your name will never be as beautiful as you!

When I was first pregnant, I had a dream that you were a little girl walking in a field hand-in-hand with Grandpa Perry. You looked to be about 4 and had long, wavy, brown hair that was flowing in the wind. You were wearing a light pink dress and you were both grinning ear to ear. I do believe that you (girl or boy) were in heaven spending time with Grandpa Perry before you were conceived, so the dream felt very real. If you turn out to be a boy, then I will always think that it must have been your younger sister that will come later. :-)

If you are a girl, you will always be dressed super cute with matching bows everyday. Your Mommy and Daddy will be broke! If you are a boy, then I'll be a little more picky about what you are dressed in. I'm not really into trucks and sports emblems being all over clothes, and let's face it, there's a surplus of that stuff out there. I will look all over to find you the cutest polos, plaid shorts, and hats. The kind of hats like your Great Grandpa Perry used to wear. And, we'll still be broke! ;-) If you are a boy, you will have an old-fashioned Peter Rabbit/Beatrix Potter nursery. If you are a girl it will be shabby chic with pale pinks and ivory colors. I can't wait to start shopping!

You are such a blessing from God and have already brought such joy and fulfillment to my life, my precious baby. This is the last day I have to wonder what you indeed are, a boy or a girl. Your Mommy and Daddy love you so much and can't wait to see your gorgeous face and beautiful heart beating tomorrow at our ultrasound.

I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always,

As long as I'm living,

My baby you'll be.

Love,

Mommy

A Year of Wedded Bliss

Exactly one year ago today my husband and I slid these rings onto each other's fingers and made sacred vows that we will honor the rest of our lives! It has been a truly amazing year filled with many life-changing events....

Betsy became a big sister when we brought home our new puppy Khloe in September....

We closed on our first home that was being built all summer, in October....

We found out we were going to be parents in February....

And we told our friends and family that this is the type of family portrait that they can expect from us next Christmas!

God has truly blessed us! I can't wait to see what else He has in store for us!

Happy 1 Year Anniversary Adam!

I LOVE YOU!

Apples to Apples

Have you ever played that game? According to Amazon.com, "the name of the game is a play on the phrase "apples to oranges," and the game is about making comparisons between different things." It really is an entertaining game that I totally recommend for game night!

I also found the title and meaning of the game to be ironically appropriate after reading a friend's blog post entitled "Apples" that basically refers to teachers complaining about everything under the sun and particularly pointing out how frustrated she gets when she sees her teacher friends facebook status updates that say things about them having to return to work after enjoying spring break and counting down the days to summer break.

Before I continue on with my response, I would first like to point out that I too, am pregnant and hormonal just like the other woman and by no means am trying to start a "war on words" if you will. I just feel the need to defend my position as a teacher since I was apparently one of the ones doing the "annoying" last night, as I posted a status update that referred to my countdown until summer break.

I know what you are all thinking right now. "Ooo this is getting so juicy, I wonder whose blog post she might be referring to." And you are probably planning your next steps to crack the case after you finish reading my post, but that truly is not what this is about. If I haven't already said this, I think this person is very nice and would like to maintain a friendly relationship with her as we share a lot in common, even if we vastly disagree on this subject.

So,

here

goes

nothing....

Believe it or not, I don't totally disagree with the entire post. She points out that many (not all) teachers complain about numerous things....lack of money, unruly parents, work days, etc. I too, find this to be true, as I know a few teachers that do seem to complain about everything, but in every group of people there usually always is at least one bad apple. However, my main problem with her post is that I don't think she is comparing apples to apples, instead I think she is comparing apples to oranges. She did have me at the beginning, but when she went on to say that the thing that most annoyed her about teachers was their facebook status countdowns, she totally, utterly lost me.

Yes! Some teachers do complain about everything!

Yes! Most 24 year olds in other professions start out making the same amount that teachers make.

Yes! ALL professionals have to deal with difficult people and situations that are challenging.

Yes! Teachers are very lucky to get winter breaks, spring breaks, and summer breaks. It's definitely one of the perks!

No! It's not fair to place every teacher that posts their summer countdown zest into the "complaining teacher" category.

That, in my opinion, is a total apples to oranges comparison. I and most of the teachers I know, currently have facebook statuses showing our enthusiasm for summer break, because we are indeed ENTHUSED about getting some time off of work! Who in the world wouldn't be? Do people in other professions not ever express how tough it will be for them to have to return to work the next morning after a week long Caribbean vacation? Do people in other professions not get excited when they get to take a personal day(s)? Exactly my point! We are all human and it is in our nature to get excited about having some time off to spend with our families, or take a vacation, or even just read the book we've been wanting to get to for the past 6 months.

So with all do respect, please do not think of the notorious summer break countdowns as a way of complaining. It is simply just a way for us to show our eagerness for being able to sleep-in in 30 more days and have a little break from work responsibilities.

I LOVE my job and LOVE that I get to spend my days working with young minds that will grow up and do AMAZING things, but you will always be able to count on my summer break "countdowns."

In my mind, you just can't compare the random bad apple to all the good apples out there with a little enthusiasm for soaking up the summer sun, because after all, wouldn't you be excited too?

Practice Makes Perfect

Last October we decided to add another little furbaby to our family. We named her Khloe and at 9 months old she is currently weighing in at a whopping 4 pounds. As responsible pet owners, we knew that we needed to get her spayed as soon as she hit the 6 month mark, but with Adam traveling so much and me fighting pregnancy symptoms, it just kept getting put off. We finally decided that we would make an appointment for her over Spring Break, since we would already be boarding both dogs at the vet's office that week. However, when we called to make the appointment, nothing was available, so we scheduled for a month later and went on our merry way. Until 2 days ago when Adam was holding her in his lap and we discovered BLOOD! Our little baby had become a woman overnight! Who knew dogs could go into heat at such an early age?!?! Bob Barker failed to mention that tidbit! As exhausted as I was, I immediately told Adam to get in the car and within 2 minutes, Khloe was in the kennel and we were off to buy doggy diapers! I have to admit that it's been very cute and quite hilarious watching Adam get practice changing diapers. I just never would have thought his first diaper change would be on our DOG! But hey, practice does make perfect!

A great Daddy already!

A Hot Mess

Yup! That's me! I've managed to feel every emotion in the book over the last 4 hours. As of now, all I feel is FRUSTRATED!

When I first found out I was preggo, of course I was paranoid about it actually sticking, but who isn't?? I took approximately 10 pregnancy tests until I had my first doctor's appointment at 6 weeks, but I'm pretty sure that that is somewhat normal for a first time mommy. After seeing my baby's precious little heart beating away at the 6 week visit, I lost most (I can't say all) of the miscarriage worry. From that point on, a strange calmness came over me about my baby being safe. Of course it probably helped that I got to see my little pumpkin again at 8 weeks and 10 weeks.

I've quickly realized how fast the tables can turn. This morning I woke up and noticed that my boobs (sorry if that's TMI for you) were not nearly as sore as they have been throughout my entire pregnancy. I grew a little concerned, but tried to just let it go. However, as the day passed, that was nearly impossible. I spent most of my free time googling miscarriages. Throughout the course of my actions, I learned what a "missed miscarriage" is. For those of you who don't know, it's a miscarriage without any symptoms, where the baby just stops growing. Learning that information was all I needed to know to throw me straight into a tizzy! Great!

Because of my paranoia, I decided to look into renting a fetal doppler, so I could hear my baby's heartbeat anytime I wanted to. I figured it would be a good way to help ease my nerves and hold me over until my next ultrasound visit on April 16th. I found one on storkradio.com for only $20 per month, pay as you go. Just as I was typing in my debit card information, I got a call from the hubby. I was happy to hear from him and cheerfully filled him in on my great idea!.... I won't give you all the boring details as to exactly how our conversation went, but just know that I hung up the phone very disappointed and upset that he just didn't understand. I believe the exact words he used were, "Don't you just think that that is taking it to extreme measures? Why don't you just call the doctor?" MEN! ...........

So here I am, approximately 1 hour later, writing to all of you. I've delayed processing my order, but the screen is still pulled up on my computer. What do you think, should I bite the bullet and rent the machine, or listen to my husband and try to relax for the next few weeks? I'm counting on all of you to help me make this decision! What would you do?

My Bump is Getting Plump

My "Bump" at 11 Weeks

At 11 weeks 2 days today, I can finally say that I have an official baby bump! It's been this size for about a week now, so I know for sure that it is not from bloating or from having to eat every 3 hours (which I am TOTALLY sick of doing) and just getting fat. It's definitely from my growing little pumpkin who is now about the size of a fig, according to babycenter. Now let me ask you, am I the only one that has never seen a fig? If you know what in the world they are referring to, then congratulations, because I think you are one of few. For those of you like me that have no clue, Baby Robinson is about 1 and a half inches long and growing rapidly.

On a sour note, just when I thought my bump was visible to the world, a salesmen at the mall yesterday told my husband and me that we should "go find a restaurant with a patio and enjoy some margaritas" since it was so beautiful outside. WHAT???? We had spent at least 20 minutes around this joker and he couldn't tell I was pregnant???? Because of him, I spent all last night googling shirts that said "I'm not fat, I'm pregnant." Needless to say, I will be one happy mamma when I get the first "when are you due" question. As a matter of fact, I think I will hug that person...or look really offended and tell them I've just gained some weight. Haha.... Could you imagine?? :)

I realize that I have been a very bad blogger the past few weeks and not kept you updated, so let me give you a quick 1st trimester update:

• Severe heartburn
• Had a "feeling" I might be preggo....
• Could not STOP SMILING after I got my BIG FAT POSITIVE on February 3rd
• Shared the news with my hubby by giving him a giftbag that had an "I love my Daddy" burp cloth inside
• Could not STOP SMILING after I saw my husband tear up when he found out
• Bought What to Expect When You're Expecting
• More heartburn
• Noticed I had to eat every few hours or I got queasy....this has not yet stopped....
• LOVED FOOD
• Built a "snowman family" with the hubby and emailed pictures to our family to surprise them with the news (this was a very last minute idea, as it rarely snows in GA)
• Felt EXHAUSTED 24-7....still do actually....
• Had 3 ultrasounds....1 at 5 weeks, 1 at 7 weeks, and 1 at 9 weeks
• Got butterflies when we saw our baby dancing all over the place at the 9 week visit. That's when it began to feel real.
• Started calling Baby Robinson "pumpkin" since he or she is due in October
• Looked at the ultrasound pictures every time I felt nauseous to remind myself that it's worth it
• Realized I might very well be in labor on my 25th birthday
• HATED FOOD....and realized that I had never truly had a loss of appetite EVER in my life, until now....
• Thanked God everyday for blessing us with this miracle

and currently I....

• hate food and hate the fact that I have to eat every 3 hours even more....ugh... nothing sounds appetizing
• cry much more easily....I didn't think that was possible
• make everyone guess the sex when they see me
• pick out everything I'm going to buy once I find out the sex...I feel bad for our bank account
• am still nauseous and extremely fatigued
• most likely drive my husband crazy with all of my complaining
• shrill with excitement when I'm by myself and remember that I have a baby in my belly
• carry Tums with me everywhere I go...heartburn still thinks he is my best friend
• still thank God everyday for this blessing

That about covers it! Me and little pumpkin will be back soon. They say the first trimester yuckies go away when you reach the second trimester.....keep your fingers crossed....we're very close!

We're Expecting!

That's right! The secret is out! Mr. Robinson and I are expecting baby #1 on October 15th, which makes me 6 weeks 3 days pregnant. We could not possibly be more excited about our precious little peanut. I'm very much so in the middle of the first trimester fog and wayyy to exhausted to write much more. I'm realizing fast that carrying a baby is hard work, but totally worth it! I'm so blessed!

How Much Is Too Much??

WARNING- The following post is not a well thought out, perfect, cookie-cutter post. Instead it is a smorgasbord of thoughts that have been circulating in my head for about a month or so regarding this very blog.

A lot has happened over the past month. This past year I got married, bought my first house, and supported my husband with a job change that requires him to travel frequently. Most people would automatically assume that that was the kind of "a lot" that I was referring too, however, it's not. The "a lot" that I'm talking about is more internal. With the support of my husband by my side, I have made a lot of decisions about my future, my relationships, and my life in general. I've done a lot of soul searching- if you will- and discovered a lot about who I am deep down and exactly what I want out of this life.

Right about now you are probably wondering how all of this relates to my blog. If you've checked back in at all over the last month or so, you will have noticed that I haven't put up any new posts. I would love to say that it was because I was just wayyy to busy to blog (I actually was very busy over the holidays), but that was not it. The fact is, I didn't know exactly what I should blog about. There were just some days that I would be so consumed with all of the thoughts in my head, that I was certain I couldn't properly mask what I was feeling, so I thought a post was better left untyped. In the middle of all this, I entertained the idea of making my blog solely about all of the neat ideas or things I found to decorate my house with, dress myself in, or throw a party with, but that didn't feel right either. Don't get me wrong, I would love to someday have another blog that is aesthetically beautiful, has sponsors and giveaways and resembles many of the blogs I now follow, but that's not what I started this blog for. I started this blog to tell about my life and the ups and downs that go with it......but wait.......I didn't reallly want to tell about the downs. It's no secret that I am a very open and honest person. If you googled what "wearing your heart on your sleeve" meant, you'd see a big picture of muah! However, I felt like everyone elses blogs were so picture perfect, that I didn't want to be the one with the imperfect blog that gave people something to gossip about. The more I thought about it though, having a cookie cutter blog ALL the time was just highly unrealistic. I mean you can only blog so much about rainbows and butterflies. So I then decided that I would just be totally real and if I was in a rainbow kind of mood, I would write about that, but if I was in a rainstorm kind of mood, I would write about that and not hold back. The only problem is, that's a lot easier said than done. And here is where my question comes in...How much is too much?? Is it too much to talk about the relationship issues going on with a family member? Is it too much to discuss a yucky bladder infection? Is sharing details about exactly when Adam & I want to start a family too much? I'm not sure! I want my blog to feel personal and give my readers (although I only have 3 followers right now) something to relate to, but the fact is...this is a public forum that is open to all. There are a lot of risks involved with sharing your life, your real life. And these are risks that could not only affect me, but also the people that I love. Maybe they're not comfortable with me sharing all the details. Is it still fair to dish so other people can relate? I'm not sure and I definitely don't have all the answers, but for now, I will try hard to find the balance. After all, isn't that what success is all about...balance??

Schoool's Outtt for.... CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!

Can't wait to blog about all of the fun things I have been doing the last couple weeks! I will finally have time.

Oh...and....What is your favorite Christmas song?

Mine is... Oh Holy Night...

and listening to Celine Dion sing it is absolute heaven! I listened to it on the way to teach today and couldn't help but cry. When the gift buying and party throwing begin to take over the holidays, it helps remind me about the true meaning of CHRISTmas.

A Grateful Heart

On this day before Thanksgiving, I feel compelled to catch up on my blogging by listing the things I am so very grateful for:

1. My Savior....without Him I would for certain be lost
2. My Family and Upbringing....wonderful people who helped shape me into the woman I have become
3. Heaven....where my Grandpa Perry is watching over me
4. Mr. Robinson....so lucky to experience life and grow old with him
5. Music....my emotional outlet & it gives me something fun to dance to ;)
6. Miss Betsy and Miss Khloe....I love black and white...and have the most precious dogs to prove it
7. My Job...happy to inspire 3rd grade minds and be inspired by my fellow teachers
8. My Nest aka My House....blessed to have a beautiful and warm place to lay my head each night
9. My Children...they're not here or even on their way yet, but I dream of wearing their little names on a necklace around my neck each day...close to my heart...I can't wait to meet them
10. My Favorite Pastimes....reading blogs, crafting, learning to decorate, lounging
11. My Legs....bigger than I want, but healthy enough to carry me through this journey called life
12. Chandeliers...silly I know...but it just makes me so happy to look at them

I have realized that sometimes when you feel like concentrating on the negative, it's so much more fulfilling to turn each negative into a positive and thank God for giving you opportunities to grow!

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

A Very "Surprising" Birthday Party

For those of you who don't already know, my Grandma's name is Beulah but we've always called her Boo. Well, Boo turned 76 on September 6th. Because she was coming in town the following weekend, I thought it would be fun to throw her a small surprise birthday party. The day of the surprise soon arrived. The plan was for all of the girls (April, Mom, Aunt Rita, Boo and me) to go shopping at the outlets and then come back to my apartment for the celebration. Meanwhile, Adam was going to have everything all set up and decorated by the time we got there. Then we were supposed to all walk into our apartment and sing Happy Birthday and eat cake. That was the PLAN! Now, let me tell you what ACTUALLY happened. Boo rode with me up to the outlets, and my mom, sister and aunt all rode together. Towards the end of shopping time, my mom and Boo decided to walk down to some other stores. Because I am slightly OCD and wanted to make sure everything was set up for the party (no offense Adam), I thought this was the perfect time to escape. I told April and my Aunt Rita that I was going to get a head start and I would see them back at the apartment. Just as I am pulling into my apartment complex, I get a phone call from April. She is just having a normal conversation with me but then right before we hang up tells me that my mom wants me to ask Boo why her cell phone isn't on because she has been trying to call her. WAIT...WHAT?!?! Boo was supposed to be riding back with them! No, no April explains to me, apparently Boo told my mom that she was going to find me in the parking lot to ride back with since she rode with me there. At this point, I tell April that she better turn around and go get the birthday girl, because she IS NOT with me. At the same time I realize that Boo's phone is not turned on...GREAT! This should be fun! So....about 30 minutes pass when we get a call from the front gate....they're here...birthday girl in tow. Adam and I rush to light all 76 candles that we put on Boo's birthday cake, so we can surprise her right when she walks in. I figured after getting left at the outlet mall, that she would need an extra special surprise. So here we are holding her cake, literally about to burn the apartment down with all the candles, and the door opens to everyone walking in....EXCEPT BOO! As I am asking where she is, they start looking all around the apartment and saying, "Okay Kristin...haha...You got us...We knew you were joking on the phone earlier...Now where is she?" Because I know she is not there and that I am NOT playing a joke on anybody, I quickly blow out all of the candles. At this point, I am a big ball of emotions. How could they have thought she was with me? April and my aunt SAW me get into my car and drive off! Did I really just have to blow out all 76 candles on my Grandma's cake? How could they leave a 76 year old lady in the dark, at the outlet mall, with a dead cell phone? UGH! At this point I am seriously yelling at April to go get back in the car and GET BOO! After April and my Aunt Rita leave to go pick her up once again, I throw myself onto my couch on the verge of busting out into tears. About 5 minutes pass when all of a sudden the door opens and Boo is with my sister and aunt. Still determined to surprise Boo with her lit birthday cake, I jump up and re-light all of the candles. As I am turning the corner, I hear Boo complaining about how mad she was to have to get a taxi back to my apartment. I want to make everything okay, so I immediately start making everybody sing "Happy Birthday," and have Boo blow out her candles. She was shocked and very excited to have a birthday party! As it turns out, she wasn't the only one surprised that night.....I was officially punk'd by my family. Boo had been with them the whole time! They were scheming all evening about how to pull that prank off, and as much as I hate to admit it, they got me! We all laughed about it and ended up having a great birthday celebration for Boo. Now I just have to think of something amazing to get even with! Any ideas??

Birthday Cake with 76 Candles

The cake after the candles were removed

The Pranksters!

76!

The Birthday Queen! Love my Boo!

Ohhh...We're Half Way There!

Amazing what a difference 6 weeks can make. Here are some of the latest pictures of our new home. We are still on schedule to close in October. What a wonderful birthday present that will be!

Front of the House

Betsy checking out her new yard!

Kitchen

Family Room

Master Bedroom

The sitting room in the master

Slacking On The Blog!

It's been so long since I blogged last, that I don't even know where to start. Let me do a quick rewind of my life the past 6 weeks. My mom came in town to visit for about a week in mid-July. When it was time for her to go home, I flew back to Utah with her to help her clean out the basement and have a garage sale. It was a successful trip for 2 reasons...a.) We got my parents house almost all ready to put on the market so they can move back to GA...Yayy!!... and b.) My parents let me keep the proceeds from the garage sale to help with our closing costs in October. I flew back to Georgia about 5 days before I was supposed to go back to work. However, just a day or so before then, I found out that my county was being furloughed for 3 days. 3 days = $635 less than what I signed my contract for! Booo! It really irked me and honestly still does, but I promised myself I wouldn't go on and on about it. I'm just thankful to have a job! After my 3 involuntary days off, I was left with only 2 days to get my classroom all set up and get ready for the first week of school. Technically, I had to get everything set up in just 1 day because the kids came for "Sneak Peek" the second day I was back. Everything from that point, right up until this past weekend is kind of a blur. I haven't been that busy since before my wedding, and it was a hard adjustment. School officially started the following Monday, and I have been adjusting to my "back to work schedule" ever since. Whew! It’s been crazy…but sometimes crazy is good…right?!?!

A Place to Call Our Own...A New Home

Yay! Yay! Yay! It's official!! Adam and I are building our first home!!!! We feel so blessed!!!! The neighborhood is called Fieldstone. It's located in Cumming, Ga (about 15 minutes north of Alpharetta). We seriously could not be more EXCITED!!!! Ever since we signed the papers last week, we have been planning out how we want to decorate and landscape etc. It will obviously take us a long while to complete all the projects we want to do, but that's what makes it fun. We can't wait to grow into this house and make it our own for years to come. It should be move in ready by October. I will keep you updated with pictures throughout the entire process!! Yayy!!!!!!

"A house is made with walls and beams.

A home is made with love and dreams."

Standing by our sold sign :)

Front view of our lot...Adam playing in the dirt

Left side view

Right side view

LIONS & Tigers & Bears...Oh My!

I did it....I finally gave in to Adam pleads and let Betsy get the "Lion Cut." This is the cut that the Pomeranian breed is known for. I was so fearful of what she would look like after viewing some awful pictures of other dogs who had it done, but none-the-less I went through with it. I gave Adam very strict instructions to give the groomer when he dropped her off, to help ensure that it wouldn't look like a botched haircut. I was truly scared to go pick her up, but given the nature of the cut, I think they did a pretty good job. If anything, it made me realize how tiny she really is. It will be very interesting to see how it looks as it grows back but for now it's kinda cute. Adam says this will be her summer cut from now on. I'm not so sure about that!

My Little Lion

Love that tail...so cute!

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth

About two weeks ago my sweet little 4 year old nephew, Tysen went down the kiddy water slide on his belly....not such a great idea! He ended up knocking his mouth on the edge of the slide, shoving his two front teeth up into his gums. My sister April and her husband Joe rushed him to the ER, but were told they would have to take him to a children's oral surgeon. This is the part where I come in. The following Monday, Joe had an important meeting at work that he couldn't miss, so I went with April to the children's dentist. I wasn't allowed back in the room when they were taking x-rays etc, but April came out and told me the verdict. The teeth would have to be cut out of his gums. Poor thing! After waiting for about 20 minutes, April came back out and asked me to come into the room with her. All I can say is she must have been very convincing with the nurses because they were adamant when they said I would not be allowed in the room. When I walked in to the little room where Ty was, it became very clear why they let me back there. They needed my help. During the 20 minutes when I was in the waiting room, they gave him shots to numb his gums. This made Ty (the kid who usually LOVES visits to the dentist/doctor) very upset. The shots couldn't have felt that great, given that the area was already tender. If only he knew how bad it was about to get. After giving him the maximum amount of numbing shots, Tysen could still feel some pain. The dentist told April that because of how the teeth were shoved in his gums, it would be very difficult to get the entire area numb. This meant, that they would have to cut the teeth out with the possibility of him feeling some of the pain. My heart literally sank not only for Ty, but also for April. I saw the heartache in her eyes and wanted to ball my eyes out but knew I had to be strong for her. Needless to say, the next 20 minutes were terrible. Tysen was hysterical and it took a male nurse, April and me to hold him down while the dentist pulled the teeth and stitched him up. I felt so bad for my little Ty Bear but tried so hard to comfort him and April. Now...here comes the icing on the cake.... I am not good with needles, knives, sharp objects etc. I can handle blood...but actually seeing something cutting the skin....not so much. In the beginning, I did not watch them pull the teeth, per April's orders. However, after about 15 minutes, I wanted Tysen to see my face and that I was right there with him so I tried to make eye contact with him. I did make eye contact, but I also saw the dentist hooking the needle through his gums, while stitching him up. All of a sudden I was hot and very light headed. I literally started praying quietly out loud that I would not pass out. Haha! I'm so serious! I just needed to get through the last 2 or 3 minutes until the dentist was finished. I managed to make it, but as soon as it was done I had to immediately get water and get OUT of that room. And as I was walking down the main hallway, I knew I had to lay down right that second, or I would for sure pass out. I frantically crawled on a bench and laid there for about 10 minutes or so until I could lift my head again. I can only imagine what I must have looked like! Pathetic! Not long after I ate a granola bar, I was back to normal. At that point Tysen was checked out and ready to go home. He was a champ! April sat in the back with him and I drove home. The poor baby cried until he said how tired he was and fell asleep. He slept for the rest of the afternoon and after waking up and getting a shake, he said he felt fine. It's amazing how resilient kids are! Now the only question is....does April get him fake teeth until his big teeth come in, or does he just walk around as little toothless Ty? I'll keep you updated! :)

After the slide mishap...before the surgery

Ty sleeping on the couch...after the surgery

House Hunt

If all goes as planned, Adam and I will hopefully be in a position to purchase a home by the end of this year. :) We are working really hard to be able to close by November 30th so we can get the $8,000 tax credit for first time buyers who purchase in 2008. Truth be told, I am kind of superstitious talking about this because of my tendency to be more of a pessimist than an optimist. I think it's just my way of protecting myself. But...I'm just SOOO EXCITED and can't resist sharing. Okay now for the good part....we spent all day yesterday driving around looking at houses in the Alpharetta/Cumming area. Although we found a lot of houses that we liked, none of them were really WOWING us. We want a growing neighborhood with an active community...lots of kids and families, a pool with a separate section for the kiddies, tennis courts, etc. Many houses that we found were nice, but none of them really had the type of amenities we like. I don't mean to sound nit picky, but this is a house that we want to be in for a long time and raise our kids in, so all of these things are very important to us. Just when we were about to call it a day....we found our dream area. As much as I want to go into extreme detail right now, I am still super paranoid. Let's just say we are seriously looking into it and praying it all works out for us to close on a beautiful home by the end of this year. I'll keep you posted as we embark upon this journey. Wish us luck!!

Meet the Robinsons

You all will have to bear with me as I try to figure out all this blogging stuff. I think it is the absolute cutest way to share your life with family and friends. It's like online scrapbooking! I say that as if you guys haven't already figured that out but it really is. I quit scrapbooking because it was way to expensive to do it the way I wanted to, and I quite honestly couldn't ever find the right amount of time to devote to it. I have a feeling once I totally figure out how to work everything on here, that it will be much quicker and even cuter! Yayy!! I'm so excited! Now I just need some cute little kiddies to include....I guess Betsy (our dog) and my adorable nephews will have to do for now, since I don't have any children of my own...yet! :) I've included a few wedding snapshots below! We've already been married for almost 8 weeks! Wow! I LOVE MARRIED LIFE AND I LOVE MY HANDSOME HUSBAND more than anything in the world! I'm so happy we are officially a family! ~Mrs. Robinson

Best day of my life...April 18, 2009!

About to go to the church

Our first dance as husband and wife

Cutting the beautiful cake...he was nice..no smashing! :)

Garter toss...Another One Bites the Dust

Granny Panties! Haha...the prank my aunt and uncle put him up to! Hilarious!