Happy Fathers Day, or, A lot of crying over spilled chocolate milk

I posted this picture yesterday on both Facebook and Instagram:

What a perfect Fathers' Day, right?!  Such a cute picture that you wonder if it's staged.  Well, it wasn't staged.  But it isn't a completely honest depiction of the day, either.  Here's the whole story:

After a particularly difficult, bratty toddler day, we'd all just finished dinner, and Ford was screaming for chocolate milk (which is a version of dessert in our house).  I didn't want him to have any because he hadn't been a good eater, but Jamie caved to the incessant rant of "cocklet milk!"  

I was doing the dishes when I heard, "FORD, NO.  NOOOO!"  I walked into the living room.  Jamie and Ford were both in there, frozen, staring at each other.  A whole cupful of chocolate milk was all over the couch, the coffee table, the rug.

I watched the last of the milk drip out of the overturned cup in slow motion.  Then all hell broke loose.  Ford, in a fever, started his high-pitched wail of "COCKLET MILK!  COCKLET MILK!" all over again.  Jamie started yelling at Ford for not being careful, and to stop-crying-stop-crying-stop-crying because there was no way he was getting another chocolate milk.  I started yelling at Jamie for yelling at Ford, and for letting Ford have chocolate milk in the first place, and, since he did let him have it, for letting him have it on the couch without a lid.  Not exactly a stellar moment for our family.

Eventually, Jamie goes to the store for carpet cleaner, and teary-eyed, heaving-breathing Ford and I get down on our hands and knees and try to mop up as much milk from the rug as we can while he's gone.

Fifteen minutes post spill, we'd all calmed down, the mess was cleaned up, and we were all sitting on the dry parts of the couch.  Everyone at that point felt kinda bad about the situation, so Jamie made a new chocolate milk to share with Ford.  Which is how we got to the above picture.  And it was a cute moment, even if all the moments leading up to it were far from it.

Lesson learned: chocolate milk doesn't spill when daddy holds it.

We'll see how it goes next year when we've added another straw.

The National and Some Nursery Before & Afters - Weeks 21 & 22

A couple of weekends ago, Jamie's dad completed a half IronMan in Raleigh, which consists of swimming, then biking, then running.  Ford decided he wanted to do his own IronMan that weekend in support of his Dziadziu:

Last weekend we went to Raleigh for a Ra Ra Riot and Postal Service concert Friday night, and then traveled to Richmond, VA Saturday night to see The National, my favorite band, with our friends Ryan and Travis.  It was a standing concert (Jamie almost got kicked out trying to get us seats; the security guy/usher finally said to him, "I'm tired of hearing about your pregnant wife"), but luckily I didn't have any dizziness issues.

On that Sunday, we celebrated Aunt Sam's 25th birthday with the Fillibens in Raleigh before heading home.  Ford loves birthdays since birthdays mean cake.  Happy birthday Aunt Sam!

with Aunt Sam and Aunt Taylor

We're getting close to being finished with the nursery, which we've been pretty good about doing on somewhat of a budget.  On that note, here are a couple of pieces of furniture we've refinished over the past month or so.

We got this antique Bentwood rocker for $30 on Craigslist:

Before

After refinishing and recovering

My parents had a wicker dresser they were getting rid of from their beach house that we'll use as a changing table.  I was a little hesitant about the idea of wicker because I'm not a huge fan of it, but it was free and the right size.  I think it turned out un-wickery after I painted it:

Before

After a little spraypaint

And lastly, pics at 21 and 22 weeks:

21 weeks

22.5 weeks

Recap of Weeks 21 - 22:

• Lil Fil 2.0 is the size of: a spaghetti squash; 11-ish inches and about a pound.
• I have gained: between 8 and 9 pounds.
• I feel:  good.  But it's hard not drinking in the summer, and there's no way to feel good in a bathing suit.  I know a lot of people that have just had babies or are due very soon, and it's hard not to be jealous, even if I don't feel quite ready yet.
• Comment of the week:  "Mommy's baby, baby sister."  Ford, pointing at my stomach and touching my belly button.  "My baby, baby button."   Ford, lifting up his shirt and touching his belly button.