Dad does bath time

He texted me this pic when I was out to dinner with some girlfriends and he said..."Guess what he is playing with, and it's not plastic." Oh boys.

Check out my hole

Lookie, lookie we have a hole!! Pervs get your minds out of the gutter... I'm talking about the hole that they just dug for the foundation of our new house! That's right we broke ground!! David Weekly (the builder) promised us that it would be in the month of November, and they just squeaked in on the 30th, but kept up their word nonetheless. John asked if he could drive the backhoe for the groundbreaking; and unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) was not allowed.  So, Our David Weekly sales coordinator, Liz, of course took this as an opportunity to tease John a bit and instead bought him a bright-yellow toy backhoe...Ian will enjoy it!

So without further ado, take a peek at our fresh hole...

Ain't she a beaut!

A view down the street 

And soon enough, we will have this....

Well, not exactly this (this is the builder rendering of our model),
but our paint, brick, etc aren't the same colors. 

In the meantime we've picked out all of our finishes, which was quite a feat. It only took us 3 meetings at their design center instead of the standard 1 (maybe 2). Thankfully our coordinator, Shelly, at the Design Center turned out to be a friend of a friend so she was super patient, and even got John a beer mid-way thru our first meeting when he about choked over the cabinet numbers.  It's funny, I could pick out finishes all day for my clients without thinking twice, but for myself it is so stressful. I find myself analyzing every decision. When push came to shove there were very few things that we went with the "builder" options, and somehow we did it within our max budget that John determined.  Come to think of it I think the only places we went with the builder finishes are Ian's bathroom (he doesn't care, right?), and the laundry room. I'm thrilled though because that means that our place will be unique. When we met with our superintendent, Scott, for our final builder pre-construction meeting and he was going through the list of things for our place he must have said "huh, never done that before" at least 10 times. 

The one thing that I learned in this process is that I am not the only one in this family who wants to be a designer. John, was VERY into picking everything and absolutely had an opinion on just about everything. He kept pushing me to pick colors.... I'm a typical designer...we live in shades of grey,  but I won, and we won't have blue counters much to John's dismay.  We are going for classically modern and sophisticated. 

John getting busy picking tile

I'll upload pictures of the finishes and selections we made in another post very soon. It's exciting to see it all come together! 

Thankful & Holy

For Thanksgiving we traveled to Omaha... we opted to fly versus do 7+ hours in the car. The flight out there could have been better; we were off to a good start and then about 20 minutes into the hour flight all hell broke loose and Ian decided he wanted down/off the plane immediately and he was going to let everyone know it. He squirmed, he yelled, he slammed his arms. Refusing to be those parents who just sit there holding their screaming baby without really doing anything to help the situation, we were jumping through hoops... pulling out anything we could find to entertain him in addition to walking up and down the aisle. I was particularly surprised because on our previous flights with Ian he has been an angel, but I should have know better because he's a busy man now and doesn't want to be confined. Well, we made it... and John gave Ian an F- for his performance on the plane....threatening that if the return flight wasn't better that he wouldn't be allow on any future vacations.

My parents hosted the feast, and my Aunt Barb and Uncle Paul also stayed at my parents. My cousins Linda and Paul and their families also attended the festivities. I love when we can get a big group of the family together...seems like the older I get the more I cherish these types of things. It was a great day of family time and overeating. Yum Yum!

The Turkey! 

My little turkey

The"Adult Table"

Auntie B, Mom, and Sister

Ian and BFF "dog" 

A little feast complete with toys

The Saturday following turkey day we had Ian baptized at my parents church. Being honest...we don't belong to a parish here in Denver. And in order to have our child baptized they would require us to join the church, belong for 3+ months, attend some baptism classes, etc. After a combined (between John and I) 20+ years of Catholic schooling, in addition to us both being baptized, having our first communions, confirmations, and being married in the church (also requiring catholic pre-cana classes), it seems beyond ridiculous that they would require us to continue to jump through hoops to baptize our child. You think they would be thrilled that we are looking to bring more people into their church. Don't get me started. However, since my parents are pretty active in their parish the priest there said he'd do it without us having to do a thing other than showing up. Done deal...let's make this easy. We know that having Ian baptized was important to our families, but with us all in different cities it was going to require someone to travel no matter where we had it if our parents wanted to be there. In this case, John's mom came to the big O on Saturday morning for the baptism. She also brought our niece, Eva, along too. We were thrilled Eva could come; especially since this was the first time Eva met Ian.

"Dad, what are they doing?"

"Um... excused me what are you putting on my head?"

"What in the hell?" - Ian 

Nana and her grand babies

g'mom

Great Aunt B, Uncle Paul and Baby I

Pops, Dede, and Holy Ian

Ian was actually a total hoot through the whole baptism... he would hit his head and give questionable looks at the priest throughout...it was actually pretty comical...even Father Val was laughing. I'm telling you, this child is an old soul.  After the baptism we had some time to hang out with our mom's, my dad, sister, Todd, and Eva, which was a nice little bonus to the holiday weekend. On Saturday night my mom, sister, and I had Debbie teach us how to crochet... Debbie made Ian 2 beautiful afghan's that we use all the time, so we thought it would be fun to learn how to make them. Especially since my grandma (my mom's mom) Sadie was always knitting or crocheting and unfortunately never taught any of us before she passed away. The type of crocheting that Debbie taught us is called hairpin lace - while it was bang your head against the wall frustrating at first, once I got the hang of it I became a grandma-like crocheting psychopath and I haven't stopped since. I suppose I take after my namesake, grandma Sadie. John says it is because I have an obsessive compulsive personality, which is probably also true... I'm an all or nothing type of girl...and therefore I will have my first afghan complete before Christmas (and I'm hoping to have more than one by then). And, my mom and sister have not touched it since that Saturday night, yeah, I might have a problem. 

We stayed in town until Monday, and had planned to go to the Omaha Children's Museum with Eva and Ian (don't worry I was able to pry myself away from the crocheting). Unfortunately when we got there it was closed. Fail. So we ended up checking out the Zoo instead (which we had originally ruled out as an option because it was freakin' freezing). However, we were able to hit up a handful of indoor exhibits and made the visit worth-wild. The highlight was the aquarium; both Eva and Ian loved it.

 From there it was onward to the airport. We were stocked with lots of reinforcements to hopefully keep little man from getting another F-. I'm proud to say that he was quiet and super well behaved on the way home....our little secret was blueberries. That's right, blueberries. Ian love, love, LOVES blueberries so we brought a carton with us on the plane and doled them out one by one...it was a huge time suck and kept him happy. So happy, that  he ate the entire carton (imagine that diaper! Oh yea, blueberry blowout the next day). He was on target to get an A- post landing (the minus was due to some slight fussing when the blueberries weren't coming fast enough), but John dropped him down to a B+ when he started to fuss during the taxing in (and the berries were gone). Quite an improvement though! And he will be allow to vacation again, whew, because with Christmas around the corner he is due for more travels.

Happy B'day Dad

Last Saturday was John’s 32^nd birthday. According to him he now has 3 “good years” left, because it’s all downhill after 35. Wa wa. Anyway, we’re not huge birthday people… I mean we’re over 30, so I don’t think it is necessary to have a whole week dedicated to yourself, parties upon parties complete with bedazzled head wear. But we did find an excuse to have a little “Beer Tasting Extravaganza” to celebrate the occasion. John has been hording a collection of craft beers to crack open on a special occasion, so I suggested we have a beer tasting party on his b’day and crack them open. Well, while John loved this idea, it backfired a bit… he decided that instead of opening the beers he has been holding onto he would instead just buy more "specials ones" for the party (I sort of knew this would happen….any excuse to get more, right?!).

Ian loved getting all the beers for the party. It took John like an hour at the store to pick them out, but thankfully Ian was having a blast in the cart. It was his first time sitting like a big boy in the cart and he loved it...he was scream out & shrieking in excitement.

We decided to take the beer tasting theme to the max. I prepared dinner for the event and every recipe included beer in it….(ie: slow cooked pork in an IPA, or beer glazed black beans). Oh, I also forgot to mention that I had the challenge of finding beer recipes that incorporated tacos (John’s favorite food). Well, we made it happen! I also modified this recipe and made some chocolate stout cupcakes made with Chocolate Oak Aged Yeti from Great Divide... While getting ready for the party I didn't have time for breakfast and lunch so instead I just sampled my cupcakes. What is wrong with a cupcake for b'fast? Nothing. It was so delish I had another for lunch. We've all done this sort of thing before, right? 

Per Krystal's suggestion, Baby Ian worn his special "my daddy is
an arrogant bastard" onsie... seemed very appropriate for dad's b'day :)
Oh, and Arrogant Bastard is a beer for
those who don't know.

The beer tasting was a huge hit! As you can see we sampled more than a few. We really enjoyed doing the tasting and have had people asking when the next one is going to be ... I can promise we're doing it again for sure, and it will be before John turns 33. 

Yes, his cowboy hat was worn all night

Happy Halloween!

Ian celebrated his first Halloween in style as a Monkey! 

I failed as a mom when I brought Ian to daycare costume-less that morning. What was I thinking?! Of course everyone would be dressed up. A little boy (Mason) in his daycare came running up when I walked in the door with Ian that morning and looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and asked "Um, where is Ian's costume." When I explained that he would wear it later that night...Mason told me to go home and get it right now. So, I did....and as you'll see in the video, the kids loved the lil monkey, but when I shared this with John he told me that Ian was obviously terrified by the kids waving in his face. Ha.

Aren't they all so cute! 

That evening we went over to Krystal and Gretchen's to hand out candy, because we don't get any trick-or-treaters at our house. Literally, we haven't had one in the past 5 years. Though that is about to change... Click here to see a time lapse video of one house in Stapleton on Halloween. They had 1200+ trick-or-treaters, and gave out 28 lbs of candy. Holy crap...that's a lot of kids.  Yeah. Guess we better start saving for Halloween candy now.  John is already working on planning the McG Family Annual Halloween Party.

Monk'ing around with Auntie Em

Auntie K and Baby I

The McG's

Awe! My Babe

I HATE BARF

Yep, I really hate barf. Honestly, it sort of scares me. In grade school whenever someone threw up and they had to come into the classroom and throw those "cedar chips" on it I immediately decided I wasn't talking to that kid anymore (even when that person happened to be my best friend in 2nd grade)... clearly they were gross. Once in the 1st grade my family attended a huge fireworks display in St. Louis on the 4th of July called the VP Fair. At the VP Fair I took my shoes off while I sat on a picnic blanket watching the fireworks. Well, somehow my brand new kicks were moved and by accident placed in throw up of someone near by (it was dark, and probably some drunk person's). Obviously I refused to put those suckers back on (despite my mom running water on them like a crazy lady) which caused my dad to carry me for like a mile back to the car.   I never out grew this disdain for vomit as I got older. Below is a picture from my college days... when one my dear friends got "the bottle flu" what did I do? Made a sign proclaiming my hate of barf and proceeded to take photos (I'm a really good friend, I swear, just keep your barfing to a minimum around me). 

This friend will remain nameless, but for those who know who this is....enjoy! :)

So what does this have to do with anything? Well, Ian barfed. Yep. Much to my dismay he threw up. 

My parents came in town this past weekend to "meet the parents" as Todd's family was also in town. Todd's family had rented a place up in Boulder for the weekend and our whole clan headed up to spend the day with them. Right after we got up to Boulder we made a quick stop and when we pulled into the parking lot my mom yelled out "Oh no the baby just spit up...wait, oh no! HE'S THROWING UP!" And just like that, without any warning he got sick in his car seat. John pulled over and there I was in a parking lot using baby wipes to clean him up (if a girl ever needed her "I hate barf sign" now was the time). Of course once we got him cleaned up he seemed as good as new. Onward we went with the day... we had lunch, met Todd's family at a brewery, and then went back to the house they had rented for some hanging out and dinner. 

We took this picture (post vom) at the house Todd's Fam was renting

See, does this look like a sick child?! Well you can imagine how shocked we all were when we were having dessert and my dad was holding baby Ian and he threw up again (all over my dad). Poor baby. It's funny but I suddenly stopped caring about my hate of barf as I wiped him down in the sink and Eddie (my sister and Todd's dog) licked it up. Oh dear. At that point we decided it was time to go. We were out of clean clothes and clearly had made an awesome impression on the Rais family "How's your carrot cake?" "BAAARRRRRFFFFF."  

The crazy thing is this came on without any warning...he was acting just as normal as ever (he is such a good baby)...no fever or anything. We thought make it was a fluke and he was car sick the first go-around but at this point it was becoming obvious he was actually sick. 

Since then it has been a random barf here or there, and he acts okay in between (minus less interest in food). I will think he is fine and then he will wake up in the middle of the night and barf. I took him to the doctor on Tuesday morning (after he had another bout throwing up in the middle of the night), and she said it is likely just a virus  As with any virus, it just has to run it's course. After going all day Tuesday without anything, he threw up again on Tuesday night so I decided to keep him home from daycare on Wednesday. This wasn't that successful because I ended up having to bring him into the office because we had a big presentation I was working on - just picture me holding my baby (praying he didn't barf) while typing on a laptop with my CEO sitting next to me (I don't lie).  Anyway, he made it through all of Wednesday and almost all of Thursday without another throw-up spell....and then I got a text at 4:30pm from Barb (his caregiver) saying he had gotten sick. Ugh. I freaked out, called the doctor, and the whole nine. I mean, I am exhausted it has been almost a week of barfing at random. It's the worst because the poor little buddy can't communicate, and I know he doesn't feel well, bless his heart. This is his first time getting sick :(  The doctor assured me that this is normal and he is likely fighting off this virus. Fingers crossed he feels better tomorrow.... I want him shoveling peas in his mouth again soon! In the meantime my fear of barf is wearing off....something about it being your own baby's (and wanting to protect him) makes it not so bad (though scrubbing the carpet at 3:30am on a Tuesday isn't ideal).

9 Months Baby!

Guess who is 9 months old?! This guy!!

Weight: 19 lbs 12oz -- 51st percentile

Height/Length: 30 3/4" -- 100th percentile

Head circumference:  18"  -- 67th percentile

He has been growing leaps and bounds! He's up 3lbs and 3 inches since his last wellness check-up.... so he's averaging an inch/lb a month. He's back up into the 100th percentile for his height, which didn't shock me since he is as big as some two year old's. 

Other notable things....

- He is crawling all over the place. He started to crawl a month or so back but it's transitioning from an army crawl to a full fledged crawl. 

- He is trying to lift himself up on the coffee table and sofa. 

- HIS TEAR DUCT UNBLOCKED!! Woohoo! Celebrate! That happened at 7 months.

- He LOVES his foodies... he eats just about everything, but I'm pretty sure his favorite thing is peas!

- He can sit in a "big-boy" highchair at restaurants, and he loves it because he can be a part of the action. 

- Just a few days before his 9 month b'day he started to get 2 teeth! His bottom 2 are working their way in simultaneously  And shockingly he hasn't been too fussy about it. 

- He is no longer the youngest baby at his daycare :( one of the other mom's had another baby in June who just started there last week.  

 - He is making all kinds of sounds and trying to "talk" 

- He loves to click his tongue and if you do it at him he'll do it back

- Big fan of "The Itsy Bitsy Spider"

- Eyes are still blue and beautiful! Hair is blonde/light brown. - His next wellness check-up will be when he turns ONE! Geez, time is FLYING.

I'm all dried up

Not to be confused with drying out. Last week I decided that the time had come to ween and put the pump away.  My goal was to make it to 6 months, and let's face it that is hefty goal for someone that has a baby who is actually breastfeeding the natural way, but for someone who is doing it all hooked up to a machine I think it's even more insane (good thing I'm crazy). Well, I made!! (Pardon me while I pat my own back) and at 9 months I was actually 3 months past my goal.  When I think back to my beginning nightmares with the whole breast feeding thing (you might remember this post) I cannot even believe I made it to 6 months let alone 9. Screw metals, I think I deserve a large piece of Yurman for this beyond noble effort. After blowing past my first goal, I was then thinking that maybe I could make it a year (cray-cray).

 Frankly though, by month 8 I was so over it and just about every day I thought "I'm not doing this anymore." I mean really do you know how annoying it is in the middle of a work day when you're wearing a dress and have 10 minutes to spare between meetings to have to go upstairs into a little closet (right outside of where our IT guy sits I might add), take off all your clothes, and pump. I'll tell you, it's REALLY annoying.  Equally annoying occurred just about every night lately when after a full day at work, cooking/serving dinner, cleaning up dinner, doing bathtime, and finally getting the baby to sleep, I had to  freaking strap "my puppies" onto the pump and deal with it for 15 minutes when all I wanted to do is go to bed (I fell asleep more than one time with those things sucking away, only to have John elbow me to wake up). Mornings had become a challenge when trying to get ready for work, while entertaining the baby, and pumping. The other night before bed per usual I was getting ready to pump while sitting on the edge of the bed, and John who was about to go to sleep saw the pump bag yelled out "NO! NO! No, NOT the pump! I don't want to hear it." As though it is just my favorite sound and I love it. Right. Clearly, we all loathe the thing at this point.

I actually started to ween a bit after Ian hit 6 months. I wanted to introduce Ian to formula for the first time after being exclusively breastfed for the first 6 months, and get him on board with the whole idea. He could have cared less, it was as though I was giving him the same thing I always did.   Most recently I'd dropped down my pumping to 3x per day (which might not sound like a lot but it trust me it isn't a walk in the park). Honestly doing any more than that had become impossible to do anymore with working full-time. Pumping is a full time job, don't be fooled. Since dropping down my sessions my milk output per session had dropped substantially too. I think it's the body's natural way of weaning - I swear the body is so crazy.  It makes sense though, as the body is further along postpartum, the baby starts to eat more solid foods your body knows to make less milk. Often times at this point some babies start to self-wean, because as they become busy-bodies they are not as interested in breastfeeding except for maybe the early morning feeding and the bedtime feeding when all is quiet.
So, point being, my supply has been on the decline and it had actually become stressful to have enough b'milk for each day at daycare (because you really have to make more than what the baby would actually drink because they always end up discarding some left in the bottle or heck probably even spill some from time to time). Just to put it in perspective back in the "hay-day" I used to produce like 12 oz per session and I was doing like 5-6 sessions a day (that's like 60oz a day), and now I'm doing 3 sessions and I'm lucky if I make 4 oz per session (that's a total of 12 pathetic oz's). I finally had the "ah-ha" moment last week when I realized all this effort for such little output really makes it pointless (especially when Ian is much less interested in his milk anymore... he's all about the real food now). Plus thinking about  having to travel for the holidays with the pump and all the extra crap (ie: bottles, coolers, ice packs, freezer bags, etc) gives me the shakes.

So over the past weekend, I dropped down another session. Then on Monday I only pumped once. And GET THIS... on Tuesday I didn't pump at all and haven't looked back!!! Woohoo! I am a free woman! My body is now MINE again, and I am no longer a slave to that little *!?$%#@! black pump bag. I cannot even tell you how liberating it is. I feel like I have regained hours worth of free time in the past 6 days since I'm not having to constantly undress, clean pump parts, bottles, etc.   After almost 1 full week we are officially....

Actually it's sort of funny every few hours I have this sinking feeling of panic that I've forgotten something (much like how I felt after I stopped having to wear a retainer in the 5th grade and I'd freak out about an hour after eating that I'd thrown my retainer away and then I'd remember I didn't have it anymore).  Just the other night I sterilized all the parts and pieces and packed the pump away... I still hear it's sucking sound in my head from time to time...and soon enough it will just be a distant memory.  I can't say it isn't bittersweet (though I'm sure it would be much more emotional had we done it the natural way)...I am so happy to have feed little Ian for for 9 months, it's an awesome (and not easy) thing. And it's crazy to think that for the first 6 months of his life he solely lived off of what I produced for him. Despite all the struggles I'm happy I stuck with it and can't believe how quickly time has gone. While it's sad to think that we're moving onto the next phase (and my baby is getting bigger!) I'm pretty damn excited  to say "I'm dried up."   Equally exciting... I can once again take a decongestant when I get a cold, drink freely without having to "dump" anything & can hook the caffeine iv back into my arm...bring it on!

Fall Weekend

We had a great fall weekend here in Denver. On Saturday we went dress shopping with my sister for her wedding dress and Ian was impressively pretty darn good as we drug him from shop to shop. Meggie was even able to come meet us for a little bit too!

After shopping Ian, John and I had a BBQ to attend at my Martha's (she just built a place in Stapleton, and was having a few people over to see the new digs). However, last minute John got a brewers VIP pass to the GABF (which after Ian's birth was hands down the highlight of his year), so it ended up just being me and little man, but I was so glad that we went....

Since Martha and her family just moved into their new casa 2 weeks ago her furniture is all on-order, which made the entire family room an empty space for all the kids to play. Actually, I take that back, she had 2 "pieces" in her living room - a one eye'd sheep and a big horse, ha. Anyway, this evening was for sure telling of what my new life will entail, and I'm more convinced than ever that we will fit in just fine. All us adults hung around, gabbed, drank, & toured the house, while the kids play.  And really could these kids be any cuter?

Ian, Martha's son (Will), and the one-eye'd lamb
We were laughing because Will is 2 and is the same size as Ian

All the kiddos having fun
Please note: Martha's daughter, Emma Lou, was wearing her Halloween costume

Then on Sunday morning we got up bright and early to run a few errands,and we accidentally stumbled upon the final farmers market of the season; which was awesome! They had a whole pumpkin patch set up and you got a "coupon" for a pumpkin when you bought something from one of the stands. So here are a few pics of Ian picking out our pumpkins.... 

Housing Debates

We must be crazy building a house. 1 designer wife + 1 financial services husband = recipe for disaster. Plus you add into the mix that we are both opinionated and stubborn and things just get extra interesting. Did I forget to mention that John is also a sports crazed individual who is fixated on how his new house is going to work as a sports watching heaven? Yes, he has even decided that we will be calling the den/office (which he claims will be his space) the “dugout.”  The thing that might surprise you is that John actually wants/likes nice finishes (thank God) he just doesn't always like the number attached to them. Since we signed the papers on this place he has been surfing websites like “houzz.com” (I wouldn't be surprised if he signed up for a pinterest account too) and has been bring his ideas to to me. Thankfully for the most part our tastes align... I really don't think this would be feasible if he was coming to me with some Queen Anne legged chairs, balloon drapes, and cabinetry with rope details. Gag. So we're at least on the same page with our tastes, whew!  His big hot button is the master bath…he hates whirpools/bathtubs and thinks they are a huge waste of money/space, so we've essentially redesigned the master (eliminating the tub) and pimping out the shower. In this re-design we've also created an area for mama to sit and do her make-up and hair, because that is our other big issue with our current bathroom - I end up “in the way” when getting ready. So lots of wise choices and upgrades happening with the bathroom.  The living room continues to be a bone of contention. I’m planning to move the fireplace from where the builders plans call for it to be located (in the corner of the room, all designers HATE corner fireplaces; so that has been a domino of how that will affect the furniture arrangement (or should I say placement of the TV).

The builder of course doesn't want to share the dimensions of the rooms, floorplans, etc., but being resourceful gal I am, I figured it all out and drew the entire plan in CAD.  How people build a house without doing that I just don't understand. Anyway, after I got the whole thing drawn up I sent a plan of the living room with my fireplace change to John via email and below is a copy/paste of that exact email exchange. I could not make this up.  

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Sarah: How do you feel about the fireplace and the living room arrangement with 2 swivel chairs?  (see attachment).

John: Dislike. Those two chairs are ridin’ dirty together. What are you supposed to be doing holding hands while you sit there? Why wouldn’t you get a love seat instead? How the hell are you going to “swivel” them?

Sarah: Riding dirty. What the hell? I was debating between those and a love seat, do you think people would prefer to sit in a love seat. I think people like their own chair better. Fine, what do you think about this? (see attached).

John: Horrible.

Sarah: What is horrible? Maybe this is more in line with your thinking. (See attached). 

John: Where does the dining room table go?

Sarah: Why would we need one? Clearly having a lot of people see the TV is the most important fact to consider in this room. In this plan we could easily have 12 people comfortably watching. We can just get some small tables to sprinkle around instead of a formal dining table. It's like a movie theater! We could get cup holders on the sofas too.

{Insert 2 hours passing w/ no email communication.  Hum, silence...clearly I'm winning :) However, I decide to send yet another option}

Sarah: Ok, here you go...you love sectionals. If you tell me something about the chair in the corner not being able to see the tv I am going to rip your ______ off. The chair is there for when you aren't watching tv and you want to curl up on your own and read a book, or play on your comp/ipad, or it is nice for when this is a conversation pit because that person can talk to those people on the sofa. Every seat is not going to be a tv watching place. Think about the model house, they have a sofa along the windows and 2 chairs facing the tv - do you hate that? (See attached).  

John:  Sooo...You have a family of 3. At most 4 people can view the TV. Bacon can see it if he really cranks his head to the right. (See attached).

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Oh you are just hysterical John, hysterical. The take away? I am designing a house for John, Ian, & our dear friend Adam Bacon  to watch sports while I make food in the kitchen. Welcome to 1920. This is when I stop replying and make the executive decision to do whatever I want to do with the plan. I might even go back to doing my ridin' dirty chairs, I thought they were lovely.