Seven days well really seven partial days. Dusty and his dad really only worked maybe four hours at night because it was so hot. Over 100 degrees. The worked for 3 hours each of the first five days. They worked for 6 hours on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Day 7 we are dried in...

Day 6 we have roof decking.

so the room is going slower but who cares. Day 5 we have roof joists.

Day 3

This is going so fast. Dusty's parents got here at 5:30 and left at 9. Look I have four walls framed.

Here is my new haircut. I donated my "locks" to love.

Charlie got her birthday package from Nana today. Doesn't she look just darling!

The room

So can you see that Brantley's room is a little bit crowded?

Charlie is helping to nail in some nails.

Dusty is starting on the decking for the floor of the room.

Here is the finished decking as of day 2 the room is on its way to being finished.

4th of July

Every year we go to Dusty's Parents for the 4th. This year was no different.

Charlie popped party poppers with her dad.

She played in the pool with her cousin Gant.

Charlie chased bubbles with a new friend Nafisa. Boy what a busy day.

Pregnancy crazies

I feel so bad for my husband. I am at the point in my pregnancy that I am going crazy. I want to have everything ready, ya know planned and really who can plan on when the baby is going to be here. Ridiculous I know. We have a little over 7 weeks left and I won't have his room ready for another 4 weeks. Dusty will start the room the week of July 15th. So I just have all this stuff jammed into the poor kids room....Sorry sweety.

Slip and Slide

So we went to Gant's birthday party. Dusty took the car and diaper bag to his parents so when it was time to get in the water Charlie didn't have her swim suit...so what does a 2 year old do? Borrow her cousins spiderman underwear of course. I know she won't be able to do this for very much longer but she sure does look cute. And of course she really wanted nothing to do with the slip and slide but Gant on the other hand... He sure loved it.

Those things he says...

There are so many times that I ask Dusty to tell me why he loves me or why he married me and it drives him crazy. He hates it! He also hates me it when I want him to tell me about work. Well yesterday he did both without even me asking. I was tell him about some friends who are working away from a divorce. It will be a long road but they are willing to walk it. He told me about a conversation with two of his coworkers. First before the story I have to lay some foundation: My husband is a FLIRT. It has never bothered me because he is very respectful and uplifting in his flirting. If that makes any sense at all. If a girl looks nice he will tell her. That always made me feel good before we were dating. It has never bothered me when he flirts. So back to the story: Dusty told me that he was flirting with the new intern. She got angry and said, "Doesn't that ring mean anything to you?"

"This ring means everything to me."

"Does your wife know you flirt?"

"Yes, and she doesn't mind. She knows that I am going home to her. "

"If my fiancee did that I would leave him."

"Don't you trust him."

"No."

"Then why are you marrying him?"

"I love him."

Dusty then went on his soap box (and I love him for this) "Marriage isn't just about love. It is about trust and commitment. There will be times where you don't like your husband/wife but that doesn't mean that you don't love them."

After their conversation he went out back with another coworker who had been in on the first conversation. The two guys continued the talk...well, Dusty continued to rant at least.

He told his friend (and this is the part that just takes my breath away) "I honestly believe that God put Amy on this earth just for me and I was put here just for her." He told me the rest of the conversation but who was listening. He took my breath away. I want to remember that he told some random person that he works with this little fact. I want to remember that he feels this way because he doesn't always remember to tell me things like this. He tells me he loves me but not always why.