letter from daddy

we have this really cute journal that i am keeping track of my pregnancy in called the belly book. it has sections for each week so i can record how i am feeling, what the baby is doing, my food aversions... things like that. at the end of each trimester, there is a part where you can share your "final thoughts". geoff wrote in it the other night and i wanted to share what this new daddy wrote...

february 9, 2010
WOW...
i forgot how quickly 6 months flies by. engagement & now 1st and 2nd trimester. by the way now that those initial trimesters are over and we're changing the name... we're done "tri-ing", we're "due-ing"... OH OH OH . (here i must insert, for readers that may be wondering, that this is geoff's laugh). that's right, we have entered the "mester" where our future Miss Messer is due to arrive on the scene. man, will we ever be ready when she's ready? nursery, diapers, clothes, crib, name... OH SNAP... a name. what a huge responsibility. it's not like picking out a shirt she doesn't like that she can toss in the back of her closet or a cd she'll return to best buy. this will be a title that helps define who she is and who she will be referred to as for the entirety of her life. (no pressure... breathe man, BREATHE). one false step and we could scar her pshyche forever. example: we thought of the name honor - great name, noble, beautiful - right? that's what we thought until my superdad protective skills kicked in and i reverted back to the junior high locker room where i would overhear scrubby little thugs talking about wanting to get "on her", thus ruling out a seemingly wonderful name with therapy written all over it... WHEW! we have to think of every nickname, initials combination, sound-alike, and slang usage possible. my under armor efforts begin now, "i will protect this house!" which now includes my baby girl. so like i said, "tri-mester"... uh uh... it's "due-mester" and in due time our baby girl, the player to be named later, will join Team Us and whatever room she sleeps in, clothes she wears, diapers she messes, or name she has on her jersey it will all be done with great care.
baby girl, i can't wait to meet you! just know that until then, your momma and i will continue to pray for you daily to be filled with the joy of the lord, consumed with his compassion for others, and health and safety over your life.
i love you!
daddy

what interior design looks like

yes, folks.

this is what owning your own interior design business run out of your home looks like.

our house has become a storage unit for all of my client's orders that cannot be housed in a basement or garage (upholstery, sheets & towels, accessories and the like).

so in turn, my house is quite embarassing in some places.

but i have decided to make it public, to put it all out there because, praise jesus, these will soon be "before" photos.

(big grin)

above you will see exhibit a is our laundry room: stocked with box upon box of a large towel and bedding order.

exhibits b and c are my office: one wonders how i work in there at all. there are some sexy little hip moves i have to execute in order to make it to my desk around all the crap...
and note the fabulous stroller - our "baby gift" stuff has had to go in my office too, since the poor Little Lady (LL) doesn't have a room yet.

but tomorrow is a good day.

tomorrow The Mahm arrives.

(for new readers/friends of team us, The Mahm is my mom, the one the only the fabulous, pat chapman.)

The Mahm will be employed this week and part of next week as a design assistant of lindsay todd design, llc.
she will be helping me move my clients in to their new house (see my design blog, link on the right)...

and out of mine!

it will be a fantastic week and my home will start to feel like my own again.

no more boxes stacked on boxes (boxen? anyone?), no more stacks of coffee table books as tall as i am, no more pathways that have to be carved out for guests to reach their bed...

and the LL will have the beginnings of a room of her own.
wish us luck!

my life would suck without you... an ode.

dear oreos, mountain dew and sweet clementines,
i am overflowing with gratitude for all you do for me.
the joy you bring me in my life is inexplicable.
you ease discomfort, calm frustration and make me a delight to be around.
you are crunchy, delicious, bubbly, and juicy.
you are good for me but sometimes not so good for me.
you put a smile on my face and excitement in my tummy.
and i know you are making my Little Lady happy, too.
with love
always and forever,
lindsay

daddy now in support of the second amendment

the votes have been tallied.
the poll has been closed.
the sonogram has been confirmed.

daddy's getting his gun license and a WNBA agent.
we are having a GIRL.