Sunday, October 26, 2008

One Stinkin' Cute Clown

I woke up in the morning just feeling like crap. I was nauseous and tired. I was considering canceling a very fun day with my friend, her daughter, and Little Princess. But once Little Princess was up, there was no way I could feel like a good mom and cancel because she was so excited to dress up in her costume, which is a very rare thing for her this year. So I dragged my butt upstairs and started to get the items ready for her costume, the entire time thinking that I surely did not want to go out today. Then I saw this:

How could I not get myself ready and plaster on a smile and just enjoy the day?! So that's precisely what I did...and you know what, I did start to feel better once I got moving. Actually it's probably because I was just so cute. Every piece that we'd put on, she'd have to go show Lover boy, she couldn't wait until she was all the way finished. It was so cute of her.

As we were leaving Joe said "Now I see why you like Halloween so much. This is fun!" That really meant a lot to have him acknowledge it. Now maybe we can get him out trick-or-treating with us...cross our fingers.

We had to make a pit stop at my dad's work because his friends had trashed his office and work the night before and there were a lot of balloons, I just thought Little Princess would think it was wonderful...however when we got there it was all cleaned up. But we were still able to get a balloon for Little Princess and her very cute friend. My dad asked her if she was a witch, she responded "No, my mom's a witch!" (I was dressed up as a witch) The guys thought that was pretty funny...It is a costume that suits me perfectly this year, so go figure.

We finally made it to pick up our friends (about an hour late). Then we headed to the zoo. Once we got to the general area of the zoo, there was major traffic and cars lining the streets. I turned up the street and then noticed there were all these cute little creatures, princesses, ghosts, and witches walking up the side walk. I knew we still had a ways to go before getting to the zoo. In my head all I could think was "should've stayed home". Luckily my cute friend wasn't to hyped on the idea of having to park a mile away and walk up hill to the zoo, then wait in line, and fight all these millions of people. She'd heard of a Monster Block Party at the Gallivan Center that started later in the afternoon, so we changed our plans and decided to go eat some lunch first then head to the Monster Block Party. So off to Training table. (and just a side note...I got terribly ill for about 30 secs, well maybe a bit longer cuz I know I didn't walk that fast...but anyways I barely made it to the bathroom before my morning sickness returned. It sure did make me nervous about the rest of the afternoon, but off we went regardless)

We finally made it to the Gallivan center.

Aren't they just so cute...

One lady said the right thing to my cute friend and I as we were trick-or-treating with our little Monsters. She told us that we know how to put the "hot" in pregnancy. Yes, that's right for all those of you who may have a different opinion.

Enough jabbering, because I know most people just like to look at pictures anyways...

look at them waiting so patiently:)

Little Princess had so much fun decorating her pumpkin. Unfortunately for me, this is when the sun and everything else started getting to me. I had to take a seat in the shade and watch. So my poor cute friend had to jump from Clown to 50's girl and help both assemble their works of art. What a good friend she is.

Once she posts I'll steal some more pics because my lens jammed on my camera at this point, and when we dropped off our friends, her hubby had all the leaves raked in a giant pile. How can one resist but to jump in the middle? Unless of course you are Little Princess and worried about getting dirty, or me and just too prego to care about the fun of leaves. My cute friend got some awesome pics stay tuned.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Not an Oompa Loompa this week

I had another Dr. visit today. Baby didn't grow, besides a few ounces. So he's not such a giant, only weighing in at 7 lbs 2 oz. Everything looked good and healthy. I was advised though to keep my contractions coming. When I feel them come on start walking and let them get stronger. Oh, yes ok, no problem....Right, we'll see how long that works for me. I'm sorta a cry baby.

I'm completely losing my mind about now. Just some more proof:
Today I luckily remembered not to use the bathroom before going to the Dr. (which is a very common mistake for me, I usually had to stand chugging water from the drinking fountain while waiting), however when they asked for my urine sample I must've been so excited to finally empty my bladder that that's just what I did. Didn't realize that I forgot totally about getting a sample for them. Oops.

Anyways baby is good and healthy, and now we just await his arrival.:)

Work, Work Work....I just slave away!

Last night, Wednesday, was my night alone with Lover boy. Little Princess has started sleeping over at her dad's house on one weeknight, so Lover boy and I usually just enjoy each other's company, snuggle up and watch a movie. When I got home I decided that I should at least start some laundry, so I told Lover boy I'd be right down to watch the movie after I gathered up some dirty laundry. I put it in the washing machine and then noticed that I had a load in the dryer to fold. So, I put him off a few more minutes while I ran back upstairs to get the clean things put away. Then I decided I should probably just pick up some things off the floor. This took me less than 30 minutes...I watched the clock. My cute little Lover boy came upstairs looking for me thinking that I had forgotten about him. Then he mentioned something about wouldn't it just be nice if our things were already moved to the basement.

Of course!

And with that my mattress was out of the room, next the clothes were emptied from the closet, shoes, purses, jewelry, tables, everything was one by one making it's way to the basement bedroom.

Next, all the things were taken from the walls.

And then of course, look how hard I was working....I found a hat, which I had to try on...then I had to do some talking on the phone...ok so while I was busy "working", Lover boy is the one who did everything!

But I did have to tell him where to put everything in our "new" room.

I guess that I will finish cleaning out the garbage from the other room, it's the least I can do;).

The Simple Things---Sunday, Oct. 19th

Trying to decide which gum will taste better…spearmint or citrus mint…spearmint it is, yes that’s what I feel like today.

“Oh, that’s so cute” a voice from the soda machine says.

My head turns to the cashier, nothing “cute” there….then I turn to glance through the rest of the store….nothing “cute”. The eyes that belong to that voice are staring right at me. I look down…nappy old cable knit sweater jacket (missing a few buttons), stretched out undershirt sneaking out due to my bulging belly, and pj pants. Once again, nothing “cute” there. My eyes meet his again with the obvious look of question…”what on earth are you referring to sir?”

A nod is sent my direction and the eyes then focus on my belly.

I was completely flattered, a bit embarrassed, and shocked. No guy has referred to my pregnancy in such a positive way. I’m sure I blushed a bit, but said “Oh yah it’s really cute” in a very sarcastic voice.

“No, really it is so cute. I can’t take my eyes from you….there’s just something about an expecting mother….it’s just cute.”

I left with a little skip in my walk and giant smile across my face.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Little Princess has been tagged!!

Ok, so I've known that I was supposed to do this a while ago, but I just don't have much time on here to blog's a tug of war fight over this laptop every night between Lover boy and I and since he's so big and strong he of course wins. Just kidding we don't fight over it....anyways that was just a lot of nothing.

5 Facts about Little Princess, somethings you may not know about her....and then again you might.

1. Little Princess cannot watch her pee or poop be flushed in the toilet. It is so funny, she closes her eyes when she jumps down and has to feel around for the flusher. I tried to make her look the other day to teach her it's not so bad, but she started to gag and dry heave. I guess I won't make her look again.

2. She is very mature for her young little age. She says the darndest things as I know most 3 year olds do...but hers are sometimes far beyond her age...Like when she told my mom she was full of crap...or called us out on a fib and said "You know, I really don't think that's even possible". She's always surprising me with how much she really understands.

3. Her favorite Disney Princess is Ariel. She likes Pink, Purple, oh and Blue and Green and Yellow. (she has to say all of the colors). Her favorite food is Spaghetti (no sauce). Her favorite thing to do is read books.

4. Little Princess is a social butterfly. She goes to church with gramma and papa and loves to visit with the members before sacrament starts, and then once it starts she has her favorite people that she must visit their benches a couple of times through out the meeting. She knows that Lynette has gum for her, the Hodson's play with her; and once she knew her friend Bella was out in the hallway so she started whining cuz Papa had threatened her that if she were to whine he'd take her in the hall. (I can't remember if it worked, because they knew what she was doing). But she loves church...for the social part of it!

5. Little Princess is learning to vacuum. She has a list of Responsibilities to accomplish each day. I usually have to help her do each one (which is fine by me, it prevents me from being lazy), but with vacuuming she likes to do it herself. I do have to do a quick run over when she finishes but all in all she really does do a decent job. She loves to be a big girl and help out.

We tag:

Sunday, October 12, 2008


It seems I have been MIA. I have so many notes throughout my purse with things that I've wanted to blog about but just haven't been able to. At work we (actually I'm sure this problem was mostly just me because I do have a very addictive personality I've found out) were informed that the internet was for work purposes only. I can no longer get paid to blog.....weep with me. Then we got our internet bill mixed up and it got shut off. Finally, internet is working again! Wahoo. So bear with me as I make up for some lost time.

So, let's see...well one day I was wearing something that I couldn't wait to get home and remove. I was so uncomfortable all day long. I twisted and turned but I still wasn't comfortable. Do you have a piece of clothing like this? And then you wonder why you even wear it! Well, you may be thinking it's a bra or panties that ruined my day....but no! it was something far worse than an underwire digging into my side or a constant wedgie. I was wearing socks! I HATE SOCKS! I only own like 6 pairs. Really that is it, for this very reason: my feet suffer claustrophobia. I only like to wear socks to workout (so the max time they are on is 1-2 hours). How do I survive the winter months you ask? Well, have you seen the shoes that I wear? They are not sock appropriate. I wear knee highs or nylon stockings (not up to the waist, those are just as bad as socks). Being prego however has forced me to look to my dreaded flat shoes (my balance just isn't as ...."perfect" as it is when not carrying a little "oompa loompa"- i'll explain later) and since it had rained that day I thought I should probably wear socks....I doubt I'll make that mistake again. I'll just deal with the stinky feet next time. Ugh what a day!

Hmmm....I have a few Ivyism's too that I've wanted to put on here as that little girls mouth is always spitting out the funniest things I've ever heard, but I can't find that note right now where I've jotted them down. I'll look for that later....if I can remember.

But yes, let me tell you about my "oompa loompa". I went to the Dr. on Thursday. Baby boy is continuing to grow, well part of him at least. His head is huge, which isn't much of a shock since my family all has big heads and Little Princess got that trait too so nothing new there. But this little guys belly is ginormous! And now for the best part.....drum roll.....wait, clean up your thoughts this has nothing to do with his man hood....although it is very clear to see that he shouldn't have much to be ashamed of....but anyways back to the drum roll.....he has short little legs. Dr. said "well it looks like you are having an Oompa Loompa." How exciting is that?!Little Princess was referred to as a nigga baby, because her lips were pressed up against the wall and they did look quite large, but once she was born it was obvious that big lips were nothing to be concerned about. Hopefully this "oompa loompa" image I have now in my head will pan out the same. And if not, who cares! I'll love my little oompa loompa and beg him to make me some chocolate.

So my cute friend and her brother have moved out from the basement. They were my renters in case you didn't know. It's been really weird having them gone, but it's been so nice having space to put things. Although we still haven't moved our bedroom down there; to be honest I am a bit sad about doing it. I think I might have a really hard time not being by Little Princess at night. We might have to have sleepover parties or something. It will suck I'm sure for her to have to sleep up stairs all by herself when me, Lover boy, and baby all get to sleep down stairs. But anyways, we've, wait we all know that I like to take credit for things but I guess I should just give credit to Lover boy for this so....Lover boy moved the projector down stairs to one of the rooms and got us a Love Sac down there (thanks to my parents for letting us borrow it and my brother for helping transport it) and he's removed the closet doors and made him a little office nook so the upstairs is now so much more stuff cluttered all over from us lounging out while watching a movie or computer parts or any of that. I'm loving it! Hopefully this weekend though we'll be able to get some more things moved down there to help clean out the room we sleep in now, that needs to be transformed into the baby's nursery. I'm sure it'll happen cuz Lover boy is either just a go getter or he's the one with the "nesting" issues, cuz we are getting all sorts of things accomplished around this place.

Well that's all I feel like for now. I've got much more useless info to share, but I'm missing out on watching "Cars" with Little Princess and Lover boy and I think that's a bit more important....Amity, if you are reading this, I will post pics this week of Little Princess's clown costume, but I've just had a surge of creativity and thought of something that might make it cuter. So I'll try it out and then take pics.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Do I have a fault?

I'm terribly good at telling you what your fault is. I think about it and dwell on it and convince myself that I have done nothing in the world to deserve this. I even run through things that I "could have" done wrong, however I remind myself that I am perfect, I have no faults! I'm considerate and loving and put you first (well as much as can be expected considering I'm a mother and have other obligations called a daughter), I work hard for us and try my hardest every day.

Sad to say, and pathetic to admit, but these are the thoughts that I catch myself thinking. I can complain about another person without stopping to look in the mirror for a second.

Now, I know Joe doesn't read this, or I don't think he does anyways, but I'm sorry!! I really do know that I'm not perfect. I wish I were, well maybe, but anyways I appreciate all the things that Joe does for me, which if you know him at all, you know he does pretty much every thing for me. He's really a good guy and I'm really lucky to have him put up with my "perfection".


Have you seen the "Friends" episode where Phoebe gives Monica a massage and Monica goes crazy?!

The one where they said....

Phoebe: Why won't you let me massage you?
Monica: Well, it's... I mean... I would be self-conscious. You're my friend. You'd see me naked.
Phoebe: Monica, we lived together for years. I've seen you naked.
Monica: That's different, we were roommates. And when?
Phoebe: I'm curious about the human body.

Phoebe: That's it, just relax.
Monica: Ah, oh! Oh!
Phoebe: Come on, more.
Monica: Oh god!
Phoebe: Yeah, you like that, don't you.
Monica: Yeah, right there.
Phoebe: You want it there, you take it there, baby.
Monica: Uh, Phoebe?
Phoebe: Yeah, say my name. Say it! ...and now I'm going to cover you back up, and, um, I won't be speaking to you for several weeks.

I thought for just a minute the other day that I would be like Monica. Seriously, I had to bite my lips from a few moans coming out.

Daniel had given me a gift certificate to the spa for Mother's Day. I'd lost it for a minute and finally found the nick of time (my body is aching like crazy). I called the spa to make sure the card hadn't expired and was so excited when I found out they offer a maternity massage. I immediately scheduled my session.

OH MY GOODNESS!! Seriously is was the best hour of my a long time. It felt so good. Apparently I might be stressed or something, don't know why, because I had knots in just about every muscle. The massage therapist couldn't believe it. First he found 3 smaller knots in my shoulder, (for the maternity session you are lying on your side so this is just the first shoulder). Then he went to my arms, did you know you can get knots in that stupid little muscle (now I'm not good with human anatamy so bear with me) between your elbow and wrist. Let me assure you, you can. My thighs and calves were covered in knots, and then he got to my hips and bottom area...holy crap, this is were I wanted to let out some noise. It felt so good to get those knots out!

AHHH, I was so lucky to get this done. Now if I could somehow find a way to get one everyday...well I guess I could settle for every other day, heck I'll be good with once a week. If you have any ideas how I can rig this, LET ME KNOW!