Thursday, January 27, 2011


(At my commission meeting last night that I had to bring Lucy to)
Our parish priest: "I'm so glad you're here! Our secretary is leaving! Maybe you can write things down for us?"
Lucy (very proudly): "I brought my MARKERS"

(At same meeting)
Lady: My name is Cathy.
Lucy: Oh! Okay! Nice to MEET you!

(On the phone)
Grandma: Hand the phone to your Mommy.
Lucy: No. It's NOT Mommy's turn. Mommy doesn't get a turn right now.

(Cuddled in my bed with me after naps)
Lucy: Mmmm. I love you Mommy. You're a good, happy Mommy. *pause to give me a sweet hug and two kisses* Hey! I know! Let's go get some ice cream!

(At the library)
Lucy: Sometimes there are not good books and sometimes there are good books. I like the good ones best. They're better for reading and looking at.

My baby. She's not even two and a half yet -- two and a half going on twenty.

Thursday, January 13, 2011


I have a wonderful husband.

He's a hard worker, and a fixer. He's a thinker and a learner. He's a do-er, not a sitter.
He's spent the last 32 years perfecting his endearing balance of nerdy introvert and caring friend.
He's spent the last five years, six months and eleven days doing his part to make our family really awesome.
I couldn't ask for a better friend, partner, baby-daddy.

We sure are lucky you were born, my Love. You make everything nicer.

Happy birthday to you.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Isn't It Time For Some Whine?

I've been awfully tired lately. I just marked it up to third trimester fatigue. But then, I was finding it hard to wake up after having slept for nine hours. And then needing a nap. And then being ready for bed at 8 PM again. So I thought, "Hmmm. Is this a bit extreme?"

It turns out it was. My blood tests came back showing that I'm anemic. I'm kind of relieved. I mean, it's not necessarily *my* fault that I've been a tired, crabby bear for the past week or two. I haven't figured out a way to explain that to Lucy just yet, but at least I've got science on my side. (As a side note, she drew portraits of me and my friend today and I'll let you guess who had a happy smile and who was frowning in the picture...)

So now I'm taking like seven thousand and eighty-two various vitamins every day. I've only been on vamped up iron for the past two days, so I'm not feeling better yet. I just have to push through. Dear LORD, it's hard being constantly exhausted. My house has suffered. My daughter has suffered. My Bubba - well, he's been working too much to notice any neglect from me...

I'll add that it was a very inconvenient time for the Bubba to have a business trip this week. And this the first of many, many, MANY more trips - like WEEKLY - to come between now and Bidou. The on-site dude asked him to stay another day. I clenched my teeth when he phoned and asked, "And what did you say?" The Bubba did the right thing and turned him down. (But for the wrong reason: that his birthday is tomorrow. I don't care how he chooses to spend his birthday. Meetings? Have attem, Bubba! Exhausted, pregnant, anemic wife with an energetic toddler whose super power is to destroy everything in sight in an extraordinary short period of time? THERE'S a reason!)

Basically I've been sucking at everything but sleeping lately. Which has been as awesome as you can imagine.

The End.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Looking the Part

A lady applauded me yesterday.

That's something for which I might be very proud. Except that she clapped and cheered because I was able to get up (rather gracefully I might say) from a crouching position in the vitamin aisle at Target. Says the lady "Wow! I'm surprised you can still do that!"

Proof positive! I've officially made it! I've made it to the part of pregnancy where total strangers are all of a sudden driven by some irresistible force to comment whether it be helpful or rude. The "Wow, that's a big baby," and the "You're a butterball!" But even the weirdness of people who fell compelled to talk to my STOMACH and maybe ask it questions like if it's being good to its mommy or if its mommy is singing to it (or READING IT THE BIBLE BECAUSE THE BABY CAN HEAR YOU ALREADY, YOU KNOW!). I smile politely. I make a kind comment. I walk away. I want to say "OMG, PLEASE STOP BEING SO WEIRD."

Another (older) lady, this time at Banana today while I was looking for a birthday present for the Bubba in the after-holiday super sales, said "It's funny that the styles today are all about tight-fitting clothes. Even for people like you!" while gesturing at my mid-section. I was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Way to make me feel like I was dressed like a hussy in skin-tight clothes, lady! I mean, really, we've come a fair way in maternity fashion from the muumuus that this lady might have had to wear if she had kids. And I say thank goodness! There's nothing cuter than skinny little legs sticking out from under a beach ball belly, amiright?

(And if I'm not, keep it to yourself, mmmmkay, because I like my delusion.)

Oh people. Why does pregnancy always become an "All Play" sort of game?

Friday, January 7, 2011

Friday Photos: Winter Organizing

The week between Christmas and New Year was great. It was so nice to have the Bubba home, and we sat down together and made a huge list of Things To Get Done Around the House. I mean really, we've only lived here for 3 months, right? Why would we be organized? I just get pregnant-er and pregnant-er, and the Bubba gets busier and busier at work now that he's a Senior Engineer (YAY! Go, Bubba!).

So! Photographic evidence of what we've done around here lately:

Living room!

We finally moved that huge TV cabinet and put matching shelving in the corner of the living room. Despite the mish-mash of interesting things Lucy can reach and reorganize on those shelves, I love this.


Merry Christmas to us - we splurged on a cool bar table/set for our breakfast nook. It's so nice to have a place to sit in the kitchen now. And enjoy that cool little bay window where I put most of our greenery.

Lucy's Room!

Well, we (and by "we" I mean my handy Bubba) finally got around to putting up some curtains for Birdie instead my "creative" placement of blankets and whatnot before to make it dark enough for naps and covered enough for privacy in there. I also pulled the trigger on some bedding. I went with the monkeys - not because they were my favorite, but because I knew Birdie would like them best. And, oh, she does. She is so happy to cuddle in her "Monkey blankies!"

Extra bedroom!

It now has a BED! The futon is still in that room just in case, and I might eventually move it into the main part of the of the basement (which is a big, open playroom) for me and Baby Brother to lounge on while Lucy rides laps on her trike this spring. And this is where the TV cabinet ended up too. I figure it will do in place of a chest of drawers.

Master bedroom!

Nothing new in here, just reorganizing. It is now my favorite room in the house because it's all shiny clean and everything's in it's place. I guess you can't see in the pics, but the chair is right by the big window, and the bassinet/baby sleeper thingie will go where my nightstand currently is. The chair is my new favorite place to sit and read if I have a moment while Lucy naps.

After a hard day's work of being the model for all the pictures, Lucy helped me make chocolate crispy treats. I'll give you one guess as to who got to lick the spoon...