Can I just be honest for a minute and say that it took me a second to remember the site to type in for my blog? Probably because my phone has the wordpress app and has made me totally lazy, but mostly because I have not blogged in about forever. However. At least a few of you stalk me on facebook so you probably know that I am done with grad school until mid-January-since I posted about being done-very loudly-several times-but that means that now I have much less of an excuse to not blog. Plus, I missed y’all! Aww, feel the love and crap.
Anyways, my children-both born and unborn- are a total hoot lately. Corinne and Ashlynn had their toddler beds both moved into the same bedroom a few days ago as prep for the coming baby, and it was nothing if not memorable.
First Corinne happily advised that we should put the infant in the bushes, on the roof, or in the tiny alcove we call the attic. She helpfully added that we could cut a window out of the wall for it if we wanted. Or not. She didn’t really care, she just didn’t want anyone to touch her stuff.
We decided to do this move now because they are getting bunk beds in December and a sibling in April, and I am so not throwing all that junk at them at once or it will be Kidmaggeddon 2013.
So anyways, moving furniture was fun. And finding long-lost toys stuffed in cracks behind furniture was super-duper fun. Also Corinne had like eight rolls of tape in various crevices of her art desk. Which, what the hell, you know?
So we moved their stuff and rearranged and asked them to put at least some of their millions of toys into a bag for less fortunate kids, and at the end there were like two McDonald’s toys and a used tissue in there because Hey! Generosity!
So there was much joy and jumping on each other’s beds and celebrating. And then exactly seven minutes later (I looked at the clock) Corinne comes flying out screaming that Ashlynn was touching her stuff and she DID NOT WANT TO SHARE A ROOM OMG NEV-AH!! Haha too bad. I am five months pregnant and only move furniture once a day so there. Also they totally got over it and are doing just fine. Although I did hear mutinous mutterings of “my side” and “your side,” but all I could think was that made a damn good I Love Lucy episode, so if a reenactment occurs I will probably become parent of the year and just laugh the whole freaking time.
Ashlynn has seriously been coming into her own on the whole sense of humor thing, too! The other day we were watching a movie and the villain got all bitchy and Ashlynn looked at me and said “MAN, does she need a nap!” Because my kid is awesome that way.
Corinne has decided to try to get her misdeeds done by telling Ashlynn to do them. So she will whisper something for her to do. But here’s the thing-she totally sucks at whispering. Really. Like I will be in the kitchen and hear her say “HEY ASHLYNN TOUCH THE TV WITH YOUR SUCKER.” At volume ten. Because she seems to think if she puts her hand next to her mouth, it makes her whisper? I guess? So then I have to tell her I heard her and to cut the crap, and she’s all like “How did you EVER hear me?” And to set myself up for the teen years I see coming, I tell her that mothers hear everything and there is nowhere to hide. Ha!
The unborn child is behaving as well as can be expected. We are about half done baking our bun, as I will be twenty weeks on Monday woohoo! I get lots of punches and bops and kicks now, and the other day Kirk had his arm across me and it got him good so he told it it was grounded for the next twenty weeks. But still with the barfiness. The thing is, I can go two or three days now and be fine but just when I think maybe I am over it, my body is like “Hahaha no way GAG at everything!”
I am just super happy to have an ultrasound on Monday and stop calling it “it.” Gah, I cannot stand that. Although seriously, major pressure from all quarters to have a boy, what with the two girls and all. To which I say tough, it will be what it will be and that was decided long before we even knew we were pregnant.
So, the gender announcement. I want to do something special for this child, because I have seriously dropped the mom ball on this pregnancy. With the first two I had a little pregnancy calendar that counted down the days and you’d put little stickers on for doctor appointments and stuff. Well, they don’t sell them anymore so that’s kind of out of my hands. But I also took a picture every month with the girls and I have a grand total of one for this pregnancy so far. Ooops. (Although to some people I am apparently too thin-such as the girl from my grad class that felt the need to inform me that I really should follow doctor’s orders and eat more-what-the-ever-loving-hell?)
So I thought…hey! Gender announcement and Christmas cards! And I think I may have been the only person to ever think of this because Google seriously let me down and now I am disillusioned. It gave me this:
So, I dunno. I want to do something with maybe a belly shot and a blue or pink ribbon or possibly a blue or pink onesie. Maybe with a “Do Not Open Until April 2013″ tag or something? I dunno. There’s a really fine line here between sweet and cheesy. So if you have any ideas, let me know!