We've been cleaning.

We have a lot to do before Baby Rath #3 arrives. At the top of the very looooong list was scraping the popcorn beauty off of the kitchen ceiling. Eric and a few friends set about that task this past Saturday night. It was a mess. Ceiling dust was everywhere. 

This picture reminded me of the episode of Full House where Danny Tanner vacuums the big vacuum cleaner with the small, hand-held one.

Thankfully, this handsome little fella came along to help me clean it all up.

8 weeks and a lot more to do.

He's going to have to grow another arm.

Friday mornings

Last week we met our friends Tiffany and Eli at an indoor playground at a local church. It's free and the kids had a ball running wild.  I wish I had known about it earlier this winter when the weather was so cold and the kids and I were going stir crazy. Oh well, at least we can enjoy it on the windy days now.

The garage sale is over.

Ginormous Dora dollhouses and mongo sport gyms are enjoyable. But when trying to find room for a new brother or sister, it's best to say goodbye to the junk that they rarely play with toys taking up too much room.


I actually enjoy having garage sales, which should be fairy evident given that in our almost 7 years of marriage, we've had 5. There's something rewarding about people giving me money to take away my crap. Eric thinks I'm crazy, but secretly, I think he has fun too.  I am glad that it's over, though.


9 weeks to go.

Little boys don't grow whiskers.

But they do open the dishwasher, climb onto the door and grab Daddy's razor from the counter.  And after all that work, why not at least try the thing out?

Let me whisper something in your ear

If Regan whispers in your ear, you're bound to hear super special secrets involving princesses and fairy wings and baby brothers and sisters.

Grant, on the other hand, has yet to catch on to the actual concept of the whisper.  If he's whispering it's going to be about one of two things.  a) Papa or b) food

10 weeks

I still have 10 weeks to go. And already my ankles look like this:

But if the end result is a baby who looks like this:

Then I guess it's worth it.

10 weeks is a long time. But it's not long enough. How is that even possible? Either way, we've got a lot to do. Every Tuesday I'll start posting one thing we've done to get ready for his or her arrival. Check back. I'm sure it will be exciting.

Easter 2010

I just love these blond headed, hand holding, cheesing out, Easterly clothed children of ours.

Did you have an Easter hat growing up? When we were at Mom and Dad's a few weeks ago, we came across an Easter picture from 1987. You could barely see our family through the 3 mongo Easter hats my sisters and I were wearing.

Next year there will be another little Rath in the picture. I can't wait to meet him or her.

Easter 2009

Easter 2008

Grant was just 11 days old; Regan was thrilled with her brother, not so much with the camera.

Easter 2007

I had to do some pretty smooth talking to get Eric to let Regan wear that bonnet. It was worth it.