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Ok, so I owe everyone a few posts.  I've got one up my sleeve about my trip with LP to Pennsylvania last week to visit family and friends, and one about pregnancy after infertility.  Exciting stuff, I know.  But I'm not feeling all wordy today so how about a little post on our newest home improvement project? When we moved into our house 4 years ago one of the first things we decided to do was paint all of the trim.  If it had been a nice wood color we probably would have left it, but it was bad.  70's oaky bad.  And so as we painted each room, we painted the trim.  All of it except for our fireplace mantel and shelves.  Here's how it looked right after we had our new carpet put in a few years ago. It was bad.  Sooo ugly.  The cabinet doors on the bottom are cracked.  The brass fireplace doors are filthy dirty no matter how much we scrub them.  Our tv wires and cables have been exposed since the day we hung the t.v. (which was ...

Chez LeBaron we don't really do much for Valentine's; it's just not a holiday that Paul and I feel like we need to celebrate.  After all, we celebrate our love for each other EVERY DAY.  Right.   Really though, after the whirlwind of LP's birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and then my birthday, we take some time off, give our credit cards a break, and skip the whole big gift giving thing for this Hallmark holiday.  (Although there just might be some bags of red and pink foil wrapped candy floating around the house tonight- someone couldn't resist the lure of heart-shaped peanut butter cups).   Even though I don't expect roses when I get home tonight, or a fancy dinner served up on our good china, I know that I'll go home to a house full of love.  In our house, love isn't all about flowers and chocolates.  It's about the littler things.   Love is  sitting through an episode of "World's Dumbest Criminals" because Paul loves that show; Pau...

On December 21st I wrote a post all about how our struggle with infertility has led to some changed expectations for us as a family and for me as an individual.  Through the two years of trying to conceive baby number two I felt as though I was on an emotional rollercoaster - some days excited and optimistic, some days depressed and miserable and feeling like a failure.  A lot of time was spent trying to convince myself that it would be ok if we only ever had one child, as we have such an amazing little guy, and other days were spent feeling so sorry that I wasn't able to give LP a little brother or sister....   As I wrote that post I was expecting a visit from good old "Aunt Flo" at any moment, just in time for the holidays.  I was certain that her arrival was imminent and tried to focus on the events ahead of us like Christmas and our trip to Las Vegas instead.  We were planning to enjoy our holidays and then jump back on the "trying to conceive" wagon with a...

Once again I've neglected the good old blog.  This time though, it wasn't out of sheer laziness.  It was because our house has turned into a NIGHTMARE HOUSE OF GERMS from which there is no escape!  Both LP and I have been sick on and off since last week.  He started out last Tuesday by throwing up at day care just minutes after I dropped him off.  He recovered in 24 hours and then got a nasty cold and slight fever on Friday.  Saturday his temperature went up even higher and mine joined it.  By Sunday I was pretty much comatose on the couch and while LP was back to playing and running around like his usual self he still had a slight temperature and wasn't eating much.  Yesterday he and I both stayed home and today he's finally back at day care but I'm still home recovering- my flu turned into a nasty cough.  Ugh.  I have no idea how Paul has managed to avoid getting sick but knock on wood that he stays healthy! The good news in all of thi...