the first time I cried on the porch

To start things right at the nitty gritty level, I have to say that I had a breakdown tonight on the porch of our new house.

Construction is going at turtle speed (no offense, turtles.) and after work I found myself saying some choice words at how slow the progress was going, followed shortly by a flood pouring out from my eyeballs Noah style.

Mr. B is pretty great at escalating to my level quickly, and then instead of staying at 'crazy' he brings himself down to level headed and mature.

Mr. B: Kallie, tell me what's really going on. Why are you so upset? 

Me: *sniff sniff, inhale snot* No. 

I know, I'm super mature.

After a while of talking, I calmed down, we hugged it out, I wiped my nose on his pant leg, drove home and now I'm posting pictures of our under construction home so all the world my mom can see.

I have a feeling that many conversations like that will be happening on that porch. I cannot wait.

This is what we started with. 

 And this is what is underneath. Square nails and holes in the foundation.

My little brother isn't a huge fan of heights, but he is always willing to climb up on the ladder and pretend that he is. We had a ton of help a month ago when my family/friends showed up and helped tear off siding. What a blessing.

 I cannot get over how pretty the property looks at sunset.

 Back porch, be gone! Aka - the fun part for Mr. B.

 We took out the front door. Before you go all "why!" on me, let me explain:

1- No one uses the front door in a country home.
2- There's a door on the other side of the porch.
3- I wanted a more functional living room layout.
4- I'm the boss.
5- Just kidding. Mr. B is the boss.

Kallie, why did you take a picture of a window?
Well. Day 1 of construction went a little something like this:

Mr. B: "Kallie, I just talked to the contractor. Instead of replacing the windows one by one, we have to do it all at once because they are all rotten and we'd be spending more money in the long run by trying to get by."

Yay! Being a grown up is so much fun.

 Oh! Here's my favorite part so far. We knocked out the dining room wall to expose the stairs. I already love how it makes the room feel 10x bigger and more open.

 The old door opening to the kitchen.

 This is the view from the old kitchen opening looking into the dining room.

 I love it I love it I love it.

Woohoo! The framing for the new kitchen opening. What's fun is that right now you can walk right out that door and hit the ground. But pretty soon you'll be able to walk into a mudroom!

That's where the mud is.

Just in case you were wondering.

And here's where we are right now in regards to the kitchen. Completely gutted.

Mr. B's brother has been the greatest. Stops over almost every night, stays until 10 or later. 

We love him lots. 

And that's that. Slowly but surely it's coming along. 

Turtle speed. 


letter to mr. b

Mr. B,

Lately, whenever I tuck my swollen ankles into bed and grab my favorite book in all the world - you also grab a book and we read silently side by side.

This makes me feel like an old couple.

Let's keep it up.

Your sappy and emotional wife

P.S. - When can we start wearing matching shirts?


we (are trying to!) buy a house.

Mr. B bought me a planner for "you're going to be a mom day!" a couple weeks ago - and I've been using that bad boy to document and write out everything you can think of.

"Buy dog food."

"Pay day!" (Favorite!)

"Make bed." (Not my favorite.)

Do you know what planners don't do? Keep other people on the ball.

We were supposed to close on our house for the 2nd time in a week, and it's not happening again.


Being a grown up is confusing sometimes. Mostly because I'm not a grown up. And mostly because House Hunters is terrible at showing what buying a house is really like.

I remember the first time Mr. B and I toured a home and the realtor followed us everywhere. I turned to Mr. B and whispered, "Why is she following us? Isn't she supposed to wait outside while we check everything out?"

He squeezed my shoulder, pulled me in by the waist and whispered back, "Honey, this isn't House hunters television."

To which my bottom lip immediately stuck itself out and my forehead creased in 7 different areas.


So, anyway. Want to see our little farmhouse fixer? She's cute. We haven't thought of a name yet.

I asked Mr. B what we should name her and he said, "How about just house."


Hopefully we'll close by the end of the week.

But for now our cable is screwed up and all the sudden I have a million channels and I can't decide if I want to watch Teen Mom, Dance Moms, Sex in the City, or The Hunger Games.

I'll keep you posted.



Funny things have been happening around here that I feel need some documentation so when I talk about them with strangers they can't send me to the loony bin. Got my back? Let's get down to it.

Pregnancy is weird and awesome.

I thought that the first and third trimester was when the sleepiness was in its' full force.

Tell that to the girl that is now going to her car during lunch time to get a little cat nap in.

My dreams? Also weird and awesome. I somehow end up always rescuing everyone with my super power ways and then tell everyone it's all because of Jesus.

I also woke myself up a couple nights ago picking my nose - so there's that.

Mr. B has been quite the comedian lately too.

Wait - let me tell you the quickest story about Mr. B. Does everyone know Chip Gaines? He's pretty much a funny husband who always says really cute things to his super cute wife Joanna. Or should I call her JoJo?

(Hi my name is Kallie and I'm a Fixer Upper junkie!)

Mr. B is Chip Gaines. Chip Gaines is Mr. B.

The only difference is that this Chip guy is really public about his personality and picking on his cute wife in little cute ways all the time - and Mr. B is only like that one on one.

If you see little glimpses of it then consider yourself family.

And honestly I can't remember any of the funny stuff I was just going to write about Mr. B so I guess I'll just land on a picture of me at 19 weeks.

Almost halfway little babe!


special powers

Did you know that dressers have the ability to tell you what your personality is like?

It's true.

Take a look at the dresser that Mr. B and I share.

Guess what side is mine?

The right.

Almost every drawer is open, clothes spilling out. I don't fold a majority of what I put in those drawers.

I won't go into specifics.

Mr. B's side? Perfect. Everything folded. Everything!

I won't go into specifics.

So - there you have it. A post written to basically tell you that I will probably forget that you're coming over, to text you back, and that I lose my keys almost daily.


saturday morning thoughts.

I hope Mr. B never stops asking me to hang out with him in the garage while he grills dinner. 


Friday 'nanagins.

I usually don't have Friday's off - but because the good Lord loves me, April is full of free Fridays.

Fridays to do laundry and watch the today show and drink decaf coffee.

Here's what I learned today:

1) Maternity clothing does nothing for you when you're not really showing.

I'm not even going to do a side picture because it looked like a burrito was stuck in a saggy dress. A burrito and maybe a cookie.

2) I also learned that Buy Buy Baby is evil. I went in there to get a present for Skyler, finally found one after getting distracted by the 200 options of strollers, paid for his cute little baseball set, and tried to leave.

Key word: tried. I couldn't find the door. I got out my phone to pretend I was looking at something while trying to not make it look obvious that I didn't know what I was doing.

Hi my name is Kallie and I've never stepped foot in this building! I also don't know how to apply diaper rash creme correctly, but I found some nail polish to buy? 

I tried going through the entrance door because usually those open both ways. Nope.

Finally, I saw it. Hiding behind the cash register.

I'm positive there is a group of employees watching video footage of people trying to find the exit door, laughing all day long.

3) Lastly, I learned that Palmer's is still my favorite place to eat.

P.S. - I was totally kidding about doing laundry on Fridays. Usually I'm sleeping.

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