The past month of my life has been non stop chaos. About two weeks before we left for our ski trip life decided to start playing a game of dodgeball with me. Dude, I haven’t played dodgeball since high school gym class and even then I wasn’t too fond of balls flying at my nose. Don’t worry people, I’m just quoting Clueless.

Let’s take a looksie at what has been happening around the Davenport house in the past month.

• Of course the first major thing was packing Derek and I for a ski vacation, and making sure we had all the gear and clothing we needed. It’s cold when you ski so you don’t want to under pack for this kind of trip. On top of packing us I was also preparing Gray for his first extended night stay away from Mommy and Daddy. I was a wreck. I made list after list worrying that I would forget something. Let’s just say that by the time I was done packing him my in-laws had to come pick him and his “stuff” up in and SUV. A car would not be able to fit everything.

• Derek is in his last semester of grad school, finally, but is taking two classes that keep him very busy. On top of grad school, he is also studying for his CISSP which is a huge certification in the Information Security field. The test for this certification is no joke people. Needless to say, he has very little free time on his hands once he gets home from work.

• We attended a banquet for my BIL’s baseball team. He plays varsity ball for the Bartlett Panthers.

• Grayson had a play date with his friend Peyton. You remember her. She’s one of the cuties that I took newborn portraits of.

• Then the Volvo kept telling us to check one of the tires for low pressure, so we did. They all seemed fine. A few days later it told us to check the pressure NOW! Seriously, our car was being a bit of a you-know-what. So, Gray and I get up early one morning and head into the dealership to have the tire sensor looked at. They checked and said it was fine, so Gray and I packed up and headed home. A couple of days later we found a nail in the tire. Way to go service dudes. Check the tire next time too. We were going to have to wait till after the ski trip to take it back to the dealership to have the tire plugged.

• Since Squish was running low on clothes in the 6-12 month range I got up super early one morning and hit the consignment sale at our church. I came home with lots of good things for the kiddo.

• Grayson’s buddy Nolan turned one, so we went to another birthday party. Grayson’s 3rd in 4 months. He’s got so many friends turning one this year.

• I took Gray in for his 6 month check up. He did awesome. He cried when he got his shots, as all babies do, but stopped seconds after. I was so proud of him. He is hitting all of his milestones and remains in the 50th percentile in weight, height, and head size.

• Gray decided that he wanted to start spitting up all of a sudden. This kid never spits up, but this week if he drank any more than 4 ounces at a time he would spit up. This fun fact led to me washing the couch slipcovers twice that week. Thank God for Pottery Barn slip covered sofas. Oh, then there was the time that same week where I had just taken him out of the bathtub and lotioned him up only to have him spit up all over himself and me.

• We had a “little” issue with our main sewer line, and had to get it replaced. That led to my 1st top to bottom cleaning of our only bathroom.

• We headed out on our vacay to Utah for 5 days.

• The day after we got back from the ski trip we took the Volvo into the dealership to get the tire fixed. (That makes 2x we’ve been to the dealership in 2 weeks.

• I had a maternity photo shoot with the precious Whitney Hardy, and didn’t have a babysitter so we had to keep an eye on the kiddo the entire time too. (Here’s a sneak peek at Whitney’s shoot. Don’t worry there is a full post coming soon.)

• The day after I took Whitney’s maternity photos I went and shot some sports photos. My MIL asked if I would come take some photos with my “big camera” of my BIL Davis’ ballgame. The team’s photographer moved out of town suddenly, and it’s Davis’ senior year. She wanted some high quality photos of him playing ball his senior year and without a photographer she would only have snapshots from behind the fence.

• And of course after you take the photos you have to edit them. I had the ski trip, Whit’s maternity, and Davis’ baseball photos to edit. Talk about a pile of work.

• When we had our toilet worked on the week before the plumber didn’t put down a new wax ring so by the time we returned from the ski trip it was rocking quite bad. That led to the 2nd time the toilet had to be pulled of the floor in two weeks. This time Derek did it. And again, I got to clean the bathroom top to bottom because there was nasty poo water EVERYWHERE. Ugh!

Can you see how the front of the toilet is not touching the floor? Hence the rocking.

Old nasty wax ring. Gloves are a must.

• Then the baby got constipated due to us trying a new formula, so I had to feed him prunes constantly. Prunes + a constipated baby = really bad diaper blowouts. Might I add that Gray is now at the stage where he refuses to remain still while changing his diaper or  anything for that matter. Poop gets everywhere! I mean everywhere. The worst is when it comes out of the diaper and onto his shirt and I have to remove said shirt by pulling it over his head. You know what that means. Poo in the hair. Double Ugh!

• Our dog Cohen randomly came down with a severe case of the squirts. This dog never has accidents in the house, but within two days he had four. And they weren’t just normal pee/poop accidents….no, no, no, no….they were The Squirts. One time he even went on a baby blanket I had on the floor waiting to be washed. Another time he went on the mat by the front door which is not washable, trust me I’ve tried, so that rug got thrown out. And once while he was outside it was so runny it got on his paw, and to make matters worse he stepped in it. That led me to soaking his foot in a warm soapy cup of water which he later proceeded to kick all over the kitchen floor. Commence Operation Kitchen Floor Scrub Down. Hands and knees y’all, hands and knees.

• Ever since Cohen shat all over the kitchen floor and kicked poo water everywhere too we’ve been smelling this foul odor in the kitchen, so I proceeded to scrub down the kitchen once again. Like seriously, every nook and cranny. Lysol wipes, magic erasers, toothpicks, sponges, scrub brushes, buckets of liquid Lysol…nothing helped the smell. I went so far as to detail the floor boards and quarter round in this room. Nothing worked. I am now led to believe that there is a dead animal rotting away under our house. I think this dead animal may be the reason Cohen got sick. I think he attacked the animal in the yard and then it crawled under the house to die.

• Now we have to have someone come out to remove the dead animal. How much is that going to cost?

• Next week I am hosting a game of Bunco at my house. I still have to buy the presents, and find a way to mask this foul odor that smacks you in the face every time you enter the house. Yes, it has begun to seep into the rest of the house from time to time.

I just want my old boring non-eventful life back please. Purdy Please! I’m dying here.

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