Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Ellie the Mammoth
Will's current obsession: Ice Age 3, Dawn of the Dinosaurs. Like the first two, it's a pretty funny movie; enough of adult humor to keep me entertained. And I find it especially humorous when my 3 year old runs up to me and says, "My paws are on fire baby! Oooo, I gotta tip-toe, tip-toe."Granted, it's much more entertaining in person... but I don't care who you are, that's funny!
The man also enjoys role-playing and will sometimes refuse to break character for hours on end. We had a pretty good run with Peter Pan. He, of course, was Peter and I got to be Wendy. Several times a day he would announce,
"Neverland is a wonderful place, I will take you there!"
But after watching Ice Age 3 eighteen times in two days, Neverland is a thing of the past. Now he is Diego the Saber-Toothed Tiger! And appropriately, I get to be Ellie the Woolly Mammoth. I've openly admitted that I've gotten quite large during this pregnancy, but I wasn't exactly ready to embrace Mammoth status. Leave it to a 3 year old to call it like he see's it.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
7 months
I've been getting a lot of big eyes lately as soon as I tell folks I've still got until mid-January to go. "So when are you due?" they say. Totally expecting me to respond with a cheerful, "Any day now!" Maybe I should just start fibbing a bit, tell them what they want to hear. After all, that would save them from the bold faced lie they will inevitably tell next. "Well you're all baby, sweetie."I know they mean well, no one want to piss off the pregnant lady by telling her she's fat. She'll either burst into tears or punch you in the face depending on her hunger level. So they lie.
I say we just call a spade a spade... Momma's large!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
i don't do pink
We're having a baby girl in January! For those of you who know me, this was quite a surprise as I had been very adamant about NOT having any more babies. With my perfect angel of a 3 year old son, Will, I was totally satisfied. Why mess with perfection? Could I be so lucky to two perfect children? Unlike my Husband, I'm not much of a gambler. But, these things happen. And now that I'm over the I'd-rather-be-dead-than-deal-with-this-all-day-sickness of the 1st Trimester, I couldn't be more excited. I know that sounds selfish, and it is... I am an only child. I just don't do pain & discomfort well.
On that note, I also don't do pink. Not that I have anything against the color itself, it's a fine shade, in doses. In fact over the last few years it's become synonymous with Breast Cancer Awareness which is very near to my heart. But even as I was enveloped in the emotions of love and overwhelming support as I participated in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk last year... I couldn't shake the slight nauseated feeling down in the pit of my stomach directly caused by all the pink!
I guess my major hangup is the notion that babies must be donned head to toe in either pink or blue. This is just redic. I realize that the gender of some wee'uns is questionable for a few months, but is there no other way?!? I, myself, was lucky in that my son was born looking like a little old man (his Grandpa Bill to be exact). There was never any question of his manliness. No awkward, "Oh what a cute little... baby. What's their name?" Nope, we were all, "Handsome this," and, "Little guy that!" Now, don't get me wrong, I sympathize with those parents who feel that color coding their sweet baby is the only way to announce to the world whether they're a he or a she. But I simply refuse! Instead I choose to be a big girl and use my words! Why I'll be proud to introduce my new baby girl to anyone who'll listen. Of course I hope to be one of the lucky ones again on my second go 'round. I plan on producing the most dainty, feminine, undeniably female child you've ever seen. However, in the event we're a little heavy on the y chromosome, rest assured that I will not mask her true colors in a sea of pink!
If you're wondering why in the world I'm going on about this, I guess I'm trying to squelch any resistance I may get about my color choices for her nursery. I was quite disappointed with my bed-in-a-bag options. Basically they were pink or lavender. Come on! A little creativity under the $500 price point would be nice! Does one have to be filthy rich to be allowed any style? Keeping with my nature, I decided to rebel. I started frantically trying to design a non-pink-but-still-girly nursery. I also began searching for the right words to kindly ask my loved ones to refrain from smothering us in pepto (seems like a fairly simple task, however, I lack tack). I know, I know, beggars cannot be choosers. But this is the first baby girl in our family, obviously gifts will come. I had to make our preferences known before it was too late! This was about the time that I received a message from my mother that she was in the process of crocheting a baby blanket for her new grand-daughter. My mom is filled with nothing but love and good intentions, however, she often fails to engage her brain. You can imagine my the horror I felt when my voicemail announced, "Now of course you know, it's going to be pink." Lucky for her, it was just a message because the ol' pregnancy hormones got the better of me. Had I actually been on the phone with her, I probably would have made her cry. "What?? This is my own mother!!" I thought. "Does she know me at all? Has the woman ever met me?!?" Once I had a chance to gather my thoughts, I explained to her as gently as possible that she needed to return the yarn immediately and wait for further instructions. She obliged. I digress.
Here's what I've come up with so far for our little girl's nursery. Obviously light on the pink! ;) I can't wait to put this room together, I'm so excited!! I'll post pictures asap.
gb
Crib Bedding & Blanket
On that note, I also don't do pink. Not that I have anything against the color itself, it's a fine shade, in doses. In fact over the last few years it's become synonymous with Breast Cancer Awareness which is very near to my heart. But even as I was enveloped in the emotions of love and overwhelming support as I participated in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk last year... I couldn't shake the slight nauseated feeling down in the pit of my stomach directly caused by all the pink!
I guess my major hangup is the notion that babies must be donned head to toe in either pink or blue. This is just redic. I realize that the gender of some wee'uns is questionable for a few months, but is there no other way?!? I, myself, was lucky in that my son was born looking like a little old man (his Grandpa Bill to be exact). There was never any question of his manliness. No awkward, "Oh what a cute little... baby. What's their name?" Nope, we were all, "Handsome this," and, "Little guy that!" Now, don't get me wrong, I sympathize with those parents who feel that color coding their sweet baby is the only way to announce to the world whether they're a he or a she. But I simply refuse! Instead I choose to be a big girl and use my words! Why I'll be proud to introduce my new baby girl to anyone who'll listen. Of course I hope to be one of the lucky ones again on my second go 'round. I plan on producing the most dainty, feminine, undeniably female child you've ever seen. However, in the event we're a little heavy on the y chromosome, rest assured that I will not mask her true colors in a sea of pink!
If you're wondering why in the world I'm going on about this, I guess I'm trying to squelch any resistance I may get about my color choices for her nursery. I was quite disappointed with my bed-in-a-bag options. Basically they were pink or lavender. Come on! A little creativity under the $500 price point would be nice! Does one have to be filthy rich to be allowed any style? Keeping with my nature, I decided to rebel. I started frantically trying to design a non-pink-but-still-girly nursery. I also began searching for the right words to kindly ask my loved ones to refrain from smothering us in pepto (seems like a fairly simple task, however, I lack tack). I know, I know, beggars cannot be choosers. But this is the first baby girl in our family, obviously gifts will come. I had to make our preferences known before it was too late! This was about the time that I received a message from my mother that she was in the process of crocheting a baby blanket for her new grand-daughter. My mom is filled with nothing but love and good intentions, however, she often fails to engage her brain. You can imagine my the horror I felt when my voicemail announced, "Now of course you know, it's going to be pink." Lucky for her, it was just a message because the ol' pregnancy hormones got the better of me. Had I actually been on the phone with her, I probably would have made her cry. "What?? This is my own mother!!" I thought. "Does she know me at all? Has the woman ever met me?!?" Once I had a chance to gather my thoughts, I explained to her as gently as possible that she needed to return the yarn immediately and wait for further instructions. She obliged. I digress.
Here's what I've come up with so far for our little girl's nursery. Obviously light on the pink! ;) I can't wait to put this room together, I'm so excited!! I'll post pictures asap.
gb
Crib Bedding & Blanket
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