It's been a while. BK3's birthday was in May. It's July now. He's 2 weeks shy of a whopping 15 months, and I feel like now is the time when I wish my life were in freeze mode. At Revolution, we just wrapped up our incredible summer programs and national competitions with Company. Our house construction is in full swing. My baby boy #2 is due in just 10 weeks. The new dance season is approaching within the week, and we have about 3 months to sell this house. It's go time, and I'm just now realizing how physically slow I'm becoming.
We picked out toilets and plumbing fixtures today. Me and BK3. In November, we talked to a relative about contracting our house for us. One night, along with some drinks, he (the relative) and my hubs came to the conclusion that we could do this on our own, just with his guidance, and save a hefty contractor fee. The two of them looked at me that cold night in November and said "Carrie, you can do this. You don't work during the day. You can handle ALL of the phone calls and appointments." I remember almost hitting the floor. Because I knew at that moment, that they were telling me what we were doing, and not asking me. Did you catch that? "Carrie, you don't work during the day" statement... heh. yeah. When I got pregnant in February, I'm pretty sure I re-visited that statement, and almost hit the floor again. We started construction in March and it's been going pretty well since then. I've since learned the following:
Contractors are worth the money you spend, if you know nothing about building a house (Like Me), and don't wish to have to deal with the ins and outs (again. Like Me).
Building permits are expensive for just a tiny sheet of paper.
Homes inside the city limits of Denham Springs have a lot of building rules.
Framers don't speak English. And they don't think you can speak Spanish either.
Nails are expensive.
Rain Sucks.
Men don't tend to work on the same time schedules as us organized women do.
You can buy a toilet that'll suck the skin off your ass, but everything has it's price.
...as you can see, I could be here for days. But I won't.
So yes, BK3 and I picked out plumbing fixtures today. Since I don't work. Ya know, I packed up the baby, along with my belly, and all the other dance clothing/ipad/etc items I needed in order to run all necessary home building errands, change diapers if/when needed, and go to work. WORK. I thought I was smart by having the necessary 12 bags of Teddy Grahams, 2 sippy cups, enough wipes and diapers, giant glass of water for myself, and a stroller. I figured BK3 would stay in his stroller while in the showroom. Nope. He lasted about 10 minutes, and when it was time to go to faucets for the bathrooms, I gave in and let him run free. Thankfully the worker was patient with me and thought B was cute as he explored the tubs/sinks. Or maybe she was just acting. Just as she was trying to explain to me the difference between the brush silver and the bronze, I hear my son banging on the toilet display, while grunting. Yep - he was taking a shit, while standing NEXT TO a toilet. Good Style B. Thanks. I was able to pick out every faucet, shower head, toilet, and bathtub in 45 minutes. I'd say that's record time. Onto Lighting? No thank you. One errand a day please, even if this mama "doesn't work during the day".
Just as we left there I headed to RDC to meet the A/C repair man, because did I forget to mention the AC went out in one of the dance rooms? Cause it did. Yep.
So I come to the subject which this blog is titled. Upstaged by Daddy. It all happened around B's 9 month mark. He had started to crawl. Was pulling up. And bam. Daddy became the King of the household. Daddy hung the moon. Forget Mama's 9 months of fetus building, heartburn, 9 hours of natural labor, 72 hours of absolutely NO sleep those first nights at home, the stomach virus episode (oy vey) and the endless hours of nursing, rocking, ya know ya know. I'm pretty sure I've been downgraded to 3rd behind Boss, yet still leading Roxie, who sits well in 4th. It didn't take me long to figure out that during B's "all day period" with me, I have errands (since I don't work ya know) for both houses, cooking/cleaning, and doing that god-awful thing that I actually DONT DO during the day (run my business). So B and I get some play time, but it's not all day. When Daddy arrives on his horse with shiny armor, they play. All day. He learns to climb stairs. He learns to climb DOWN stairs. He plays ball. They practice boy things. When we got home from a 7 day stay in Vegas, I was the first one to make it to B who was being held in my mom's arms. It took me less than 1 second to realize he was looking (and reaching) far past me at King Daddy who was just now getting out the car. I'm not bitter. It's ok. I keep telling myself it's a phase, and that maybe he senses that I'm well preoccupied with this baby making, etc. Everyone tells me that it might change after Baby 2 arrives...I'm waiting. My baby boy is growing up so fast - and I think I've done a good job by not breaking down with these prego hormones over the fact that he'd probably choose Boss's saliva over mommy's touch.
So 10 more weeks. And we still don't have a name. I'm patient. Something I like will pop up. Until then, I'll go prop my feet up and sip some hot tea...ya know, since "I don't work during the day...."
