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April 2009

boys will be boys and other equally ridiculous sayings

So I’m finally excited about this baby coming, I mean REALLY excited.

I was OK before. I got over the initial shock and terror in days…ok so maybe not days…but eventually I was fine with the fact that my next child was coming in September…this year…not 2013, like Planned. But now I’m REALLY excited. Why? Say you my readers.

’cause it’s a BOY! Now don’t get me wrong, I love my little girl. All I have to do is look at her and I melt, and I dare any of you to look at her and not turn into a gooey mush of puddy for her to mold at will. It’s not possible, simple as that.

That being said I always thought of myself as a boy mommy. Honestly, I didn’t quite know what to do with Jena when she got here, and am still at a loss occasionally. I’ve never been the girliest of girls. Just this weekend I was asked about piercing her ears and painting her toenails. Both gave me pause. Even though I’ve got ear piercings in triplicates and my toes are always one ‘strange’ color or another, it hadn’t occured to me I would be or should be doing that with my daughter. I’m still getting used to this being a mommy to a girl thing, we play cars together and dig in the dirt.  Like I said I’m a boy mommy.

Now that we are a family of 2 boys, I think I can officially qualify. I’m looking forward to days of shouting things like ‘YOU’LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT KID!’ and ‘DON’T MAKE ME GET THE HOSE!’ I don’t even really know what that last one means, but I heard it in a movie once when I was a kid and I’ve always wanted to say it. Seems like something you’d say to boys. I feel quite certain with three kids, two boys and my Jena, an opportunity will arise. But even if it doesn’t, I’ll still get to SHOUT, and THAT will be fun.

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it’s a girl, it’s a boy, it’s SUPER BABY!!

So I know you all would be just as happy, probably happier, if I just told you. It’s a GIRL! But I’m not going to do that. I’m going to make you read the story first, because it’s good for you, like vegetables.

Ok yeah, so the story is actually pretty lame. I laid there for an hour and chatted Facebook with the tech while looking at indecipherable images of my baby. The original prints weren’t much better than the hack job I did to get you what’s below quick. The last two kiddos seemed to be a bit more obviously…baby. Not this little munchkin. It was all placenta and internal organs. But occasionally there was something recognizable. 

A foot here.

MY LIL' FOOT!!
MY LIL' FOOT!!

A freaky alien head there.

FACE AKA BABY ALIEN HEAD
FACE AKA BABY ALIEN HEAD

But our tech tried extra hard at the end and got a few good shots for us. I’ve posted below. If you don’t know what we’re having after looking at these, I can’t help you. Go talk to your mother.

BABY PROFILE
BABY PROFILE
I'M A BOY!!!
I'M A BOY!!!

welcome home mommy!

Everyone should start their evening like I did tonight, at least once.

scene: Grant circling the living room with sippy cup, singing at the top of his lungs

uh oh oh, doyouwannaknow

hi and low doyouwannaknow

one, two, Three, Seven, EIGHT, NINE!!!

OOOHHH…uh oh oh, doyouwannaknow

hi and low doyouwannaknow

one, two, Three, Seven, EIGHT, NINE!!!

OOOHHH…uh oh oh, doyouwannaknow

hi and low doyouwannaknow

one, two, Three, Seven, EIGHT, NINE!!!

repeat 100 times. You think I’m kidding. 

This evening episode is brought to you by Boz, the Green Bear Next Door! (you want to click that, TRUST me)

I must admit though it was pretty darn cute…the first 5 or 6 times.

chronicles of the stick – part 1

So a few weeks ago we drove all over town (not really, but with two little kids in the car, one currently refusing to put his shoe on at EVERY stop because of an ant bite on his toe, it FELT like it was all over town) looking for two trees, a pretty one and a shady one. We found the pretty one at the second nursery for a steal. A nice mystery crepe myrtle, guaranteed to be the one color I didn’t want, purple. However, we had no luck with the shade tree. So what did I do? I went to the Internet and typed in Florida shade tree and bought one. Today a big box showed up on my doorstep, it was my tree. At least they tell me it will be a tree…someday. Here it is.

It's a tree!
It's a tree!

I’m currently calling him slim shady. Wait. I didn’t just say that out loud did I? Crap.

But it’s gorgeous isn’t it? I know it’s a little hard to see. Look real close, put your nose right up to the screen, squint your eyes and turn your head to the left. I got bit my a ginormous ant getting that picture and my foot is currently swelling to the size of my head. I’m not going back out there to take a picture in the ‘correct’ orientation. WordPress should be smart enough to have an option to rotate an uploaded pic, or I should be smart enough to find it. Either way just turn your head. It’s that skinny brown stick. Right in the middle. Right THERE.

Despite it’s un-tree like appearance I must say I am quite impressed with this place. They told me 1-3 weeks for delivery, I ordered it Sunday and as you see it’s sitting in my backyard. I’m just glad I read the reviews BEFORE this thing arrived. Silly me I would have been expecting a tree, not a stick. But everyone who reviewed the place said expect a stick in the box and a tree in the ground. So I got the first half, we put in in the ground, now we wait.

I must admit I’m enamoured with my little stick. It has such potential. Potential I fully expect to be realized because the reviews were filled with words like drought resistant, hardy, and HARD to kill. I’m banking on that last one, I have the opposite of a green thumb, I like to call it a purple thumb. My purple thumb has the amazing ability to kill. But I did not let my purple thumb touch this stick. Grant and Neil planted it this morning and I plan to watch it, from across the yard, on my swing. 

It’s in the ground, not a pot, so I figure it’s got a fighting chance. I’ll let mother nature do her thing. Despite my tendencies to kill her potted creations, me and mother nature are Tight. I think she’s got my back on this one. That’s why I called this part 1, because I’m fully expecting green stuff to start to appearing on it so I can have a part 2.

it should be lunch time now, just so you know

So in high school we had three lunch shifts. There were thousands of us, not much space, they were making it work. So shift A was at 10:30, B at 11:45, and C at 1:00 or something like that, I’m really just making up the exact times. 

But I CAN still vividly remember, baby brain and all, that every umm…’older person’ in my life was appalled the year I had A lunch. All year long I heard of the atrocities of being forced (like anyone had to FORCE me to eat as a teenager, HA!) to eat lunch so early. Amazingly they never asked me what I thought. Even more amazing I never opened my mouth to tell them, I was probably to busy putting food in my mouth to talk.

I never really did see the problem with it. I mean I’d been up since 5AM, by the time 10:30 came around to see me I was ready to scream I was so happy it was lunch. It was really the optimal time for my body to have lunch, and as the mother of young children, it is again. Because come on, high school isn’t preparing you for college it’s preparing you for early parenthood, where you run around crazed for 4 years until your kid goes to preschool.

Unfortuantly all ‘older people’ who were so upset with my early lunch apparently also set office lunch schedules! Our cafe doesn’t even open until 11:30. So I’m just informing you that at 10:30 everyday I am starving, because it should be lunch time.

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