Merry Christmas from Chris, Ann, Edie, Hank, Louie, Milo, Abby, and Turner. Thanks for sharing the past year with us.
Monday, December 20, 2010
I broke down and got Edie's haircut after Jeremiah told me she was a couple of day's growth away from Javier Bardem in No Country for Old Men. If you remember we attempted to get her haircut several months ago at the salon where I go. The stylist didn't seem to want to bother with Edie's baby hair. This time I went to a more kid friendly place. Now she looks cuter than ever.
I am two weeks away from my due date. Please let me go into labor today!!!!
P.S. Abby, our third most hated pet, has begun pooping under our kitchen table. She did it twice this weekend. The second time only minutes after she came inside from the backyard. The smell!! Oh god the smell!!! It's got to be what hell smells like. If she keeps this up she's gone. I'll have Chris take her to the pound, so help me god. I am so not up for cleaning up cat poop off the floor every other day. I also cleaned up Milo pee this morning before I left for work. These bastards better watch it. I'm about one pee and poop away from taking a couple animals to the pound.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
When I'm not pregnant I really don't care about sweets. I'm more of a salty, cheesy, carby person. But when I'm pregnant my butt and legs volunteer some of their space to house sugar calories. In other words, I love sweets. Last night Edie helped me finsihed Chris' pint of ice cream. She's very helpful in this way. I did however eat four gingersnaps by myself once she went to bed. (Thanks Nancy.)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I went to the dr. yesterday. I'm still about 1cm dialated so no changed there. I am at 37 weeks today. I think about going into labor all the time. Last night I even dreamt I was having contractions. I can't wait!!!!!!
In other news, Milo peed on some of the Christmas packages last night. Most of the pee was on the floor next to the present but his intention was to mark the box. Gotta love those paps.
Hitting Christmas ornaments with a couch pillow.
Walking and pointing.
Looking at expensive toys I've bought and thinking, "I don't think so."
Walking around with dirty shoes.
Ramming her shopping cart into the tree.
Demanding a trip outside.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Edie is a very helpful little lady. She stood by while a wrapped our Christmas presents and she really didn't get in the way. She was distracted by her new favorite game--hitting Christmas tree ornaments with a green couch pillow. I'll share some pictures of that tomorrow.
On to me... I am VERY VERY ready to have William. I am huge and moving my 18 wheeler sized body around is getting more and more difficult and unpleasant. I have taken to wearing all spandex on the weekends. I wish I could do the same during the work week but I don't dare show off my butt at its present size to my coworkers. I would never live it down.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Thanks to my mom and Nancy Hank's nursery is ready. Nancy gave us the framed animal posters (vintage Eric Carle) and my mom bought boy colored rugs and crib linens and an animal themed mobile. The room has gone from green and pink to blue and animal. Had it not been for these two ladies Hank would have been brought home to the exact same nursery Edie was. Thanks Ladies.
Monday, December 6, 2010
I didn't take a single picture this weekend. Fortunately my mom took a couple. Despite already having three small Christmas trees up in our house and a baby that could arrive on Christmas day I decided to put up our big tree anyway. I hadn't put it up yet because I didn't want Edie to pull the ornaments off but she has be very respectful of the other trees so I thought what the hell.
Edie helps unpack Christmas ornaments. Only one was broken.
Edie and Sugar begging for my dad's sandwich.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
By herself!!!! It's finally happened, at almost 16 months old, Edie decided she was ready to walk on her own. She didn't need to hold on to anyone's finger. She took off, practically running, and hasn't stopped since. Here's the proof. Now she's insulted if you offer her a finger to hold onto.