Baby Barnhart

We had our 20 week ultrasound on Aug 27, and to our delight, we are having another BOY!! I am so happy to know that my little Ty is going to have a brother to pick on and rough-house with growing up. I can just see the two of them now out at the pond fishing or walking down to the creek with their fishing poles over their shoulders and crawdad buckets in hand. Although you don't have a name yet, Baby, please know that Mommy, Daddy and your big brother, Ty, love you very much. We can't wait to meet you!!

Ty's future wrestling partner....

Ty always had his feet crossed in his ultrasound pictures too. Two peas in a pod...

Wisconsin 2009

Aaaahhhh, good old Iron River in August, around which Justin's entire year revolves.... This year, the stars seemed to be aligning against us before we left. First of all, 2 weeks before leaving, the transmission began to act a little funny on Justin's truck. This was particularly concerning since we need to pull the boat with it, so we took it in to have it looked at. Justin thought it was just a part going out and not really a huge deal. Turns out, that particular part WAS the problem, but the mechanic said the whole transmission was not far from going out and was in desperate need of rebuilding (bear in mind, we just had it rebuilt last year). Talk about frustration!! So our options were either risk getting stranded out of town with a boat and no way to pull it OR buy a new truck. We reluctantly opted for the latter, taking into consideration the fact that this truck had 200,000 miles on it. Not what we wanted to do or particularly good timing, but what are ya gonna do, right?? So we are now the owners of a 2009 GMC Sierra quad cab (white, of course because I don't ever want to hear about how the truck doesn't match the boat).

Next, Reecie had been acting a little strangely for a week or 10 days before we were to leave. She just wasn't acting like her normal hyper self. She'd yelp for no reason, limp on a different leg every day, etc... But every time we'd think we should take her to the vet, she'd start acting fine. Finally, THE DAY we were leaving she had an absolute meltdown so we took her to the vet, only to find out she has a bad cervical disc and will have to be on steroids and strict cage rest for a month. Just what you need when you're leaving town for two weeks that very day. Sooo, we hurriedly made arrangements for Reecie to stay with Justin's mom during vacation. God bless Christy because Reecie hates that cage, as you can imagine. She seems to be doing much better now so hopefully this will get her healed up. I don't want to consider the alternative....

So, finally we headed out for WI (in our new ride) with Ty and Mom stuffed into the back seat. Turns out, Ty's really a pretty good traveler for a 1 year old. Just add that to the list of my baby's perfections. It's amazing how good of a time you can have on a vacation where to whole point is to do nothing! Two whole weeks of nothing, can you other moms out there imagine?? AND having Mammaw there the whole time for instant access to a babysitter. HEAVEN! Justin had an awesome year in the fishing department. He didn't get his ever-elusive Musky, but he came home with 4 fish to mount, thanks to Pappaw's suggestion that all 3 of the rather large largemouth he caught on the same night would look great mounted together. Not too shabby. Collin and Audrey came the first several days we were there, so Ty got to play with his cousins alot. After they left, Trista and "Shisha" (according to Ty) came up for the next several days. Ty must be just like his daddy (but how ISN'T he like his daddy) in that he thrives in the environment up there. Last year he learned to crawl while we were there. This year his verbal skills made a big jump. Don't get me wrong, he's never had problems in this area, but he started saying several new words up there including eagle (which he could properly identify, of course...everything else was just "bird"), yogurt, pappaw, ada, owen, audrey, collin, mammaw, daddy, and my personal favorite, "Mommy"! Before he always called me MomMom. I must say, there's nothing sweeter to my ears than hearing that little boy say "Mommy" and knowing he means me! Below are some highlights of the trip.