HOMOwners at Home

Happy Thanksgiving! I write this installment while watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Its been a week filled with Thanks. Thankful for friends, new and old, family and family to come. To get you up to speed, we are now up in Wisconsin on baby watch.  We left Saturday morning at 5am. My parents arrived at our home in Georgia, Friday night, to watch the pups while we're gone. My mom was wondering why I was putting RainX on my windows before we left...I knew we'd encounter rain on the way. What I wasn't certain of was what we'd be driving through... I happened to be taking my break, cause (surprise!) I didn't sleep Friday night. I wake up to this whistling, howling noise coming from the car...and Dustin says, "Ryan? Is that rotation?" **Meteorologist Activated** Cloud lowering, serious wind, check radar. We were in what looked like a Quasi-Linear Convective System (QLCS) a line of thunderstorms that has kinks in it. The kinks

Here I am. Sitting at work, with the usual Friday events and leading up to thanksgiving we're talking all about Thanksgiving travel.  Turned out to be a much more interesting day (and week) then I thought. I was called in to work WUTV on Thursday, haven't worked this show since we transferred Beastie to our Surrogate! My goal was to go get my tires re-balanced at Costco this morning before work. They told me to show up when the doors opened so I could be in and out since there were no appointments available. "About an hour," they said. 3 hours later, I got to work... They didn't pull my car into a bay UNTIL I asked to see the manager...some customer service...RAGE! Back to baby life. This week, for our OB appointment on Wednesday, we had made a little progress.  Now measuring in at 2+cm and something more than 50% effaced.  We had a little guessing game. Guess who was right?  Obviously the one with the most baby experience. Either way, we all were

On Snapchat Friday night last week...       We had a bit of a scare.  Our surrogate sent us a text, "I need to talk to you two on the phone. Nothing serious, don't freak out. Who's phone is best to call?"      So of course, we start FREAKING out.      We got on the phone with her and she begins explaining to us that she's been having contractions for several hours. They started at 8 minutes apart and are down to 6 minutes apart.  She wouldn't normally be concerned, but since we have to travel to get there in time, she wanted to make sure it wasn't the precursor to labor and was heading to the on-call nurse and OB to make sure.      We were fine with that and the, 'ok this could be go-time,' started.  I got out the spreadsheet to figure out what flights were going to be available when and if we needed to go. Dustin got his go-bag out of his car to get ready to go to the airport if he needed it.      I put the car seat in my car and st

     A lot changed in the last week. You know, like the month. That hit us pretty hard.     -eh...saying hit us hard sounds negative, it was more like sobering, like, "OH...this is the month our baby is supposed to be born in..." [insert "The Scream" emoji here.] Dustin organizes the Tidwell-Davidson Grocery      We finally finished up the pantry this past week...at least to the degree that we could put the food in there finally and get it out of the dining room.  As I was building it and putting everything in there both of us started freaking out... Are we going to actually have enough room??      The answer turned out to be yes. Thankfully, MORE than enough room. That was a big sigh of relief. Getting all our food and kitchen electrics organized into a singular space has been clutch. Now, our limited counter space is open for everything and our pantry is almost stocked and we can SEE everything that we have.      Dustin wanted a counter in there, as w