Look to the right.... Big news!

Ryan is going to be a big brother to a little brother or sister! Stay tuned!

Helping out

He looks quite concerned that his Dad needs a job.

Ryan is always willing to help. :-)

Goofy boy

These were taken this week. He looks so grown up in his button down shirt and vest. He is rapidly approaching his 18 month birthday. I am pretty sure he is working on some new teeth, most likely a molar or two. His fingers are in his mouth constantly! But, he is happy and continues to be my sweet boy.

Our family could use some positive thoughts and prayers sent our way. Paul was laid off from his job yesterday. 10% of his company let go, and because he was a relatively new hire, they said, "Last in, first out". Finding a new job, in this economy and in his line of work is going to be a great challenge, so keep your fingers crossed for us.

2009 started off with a bang. . . . err. . . I mean crash. . .

Happy New Year! New Years Day started as a typical weekend day would be. Paul was home from work, spending the day taking down Christmas decorations, cleaning, relaxing and putting some boxes in the attic. Not necessarily in that order. Since we had the attic open and the ladder in the house to access the attic, Paul took the opportunity to put some extra insulation we had, up there. Just trying to keep his family warm, I suppose. While he was up there, I was in the computer room trying to organize it. I heard a huge indescribable noise from the living room. I ran in there yelling something along the lines of. "Paul, what the heck did you do!?" Upon entering the living room it was instantly obvious what had happened. I see Paul's left leg hanging out of a 3 ft by 2 ft hole in our ceiling! He slipped on a board he thought was secured, badly spraining his ankle and losing his balance. . . as he fell through the ceiling. He caught himself and was able to pull himself back into the attic. I asked if he was ok. . and got a soft yes and groans of pain. I then just sat in our recliner looking at the hole now in the ceiling, not really believing what I was seeing. The pictures I have to post are from after the hole was cleaned up a bit. Insulation was back in place and the hanging drywall (not sure if that is the correct word to use) was cut off. Paul has given me is permission to post this, as I did not want to embarrass him. In fact after he got back down from the attic and was watching his poor ankle swell, he said to me, "You're going to blog about this, aren't you?" Well of course that went through my head immediately after I calmed down from the incident, but again was going to be sensitive to his feelings about it. The hole is in the process of being patched.