Wednesday, January 30, 2008

First Visit to Dentist

I took Big Sissy to her first dentist appointment today. I was nervous because it is not a pediatric dentist, but she did so great. I had prepped her A LOT, and then the hygienist worked hard to make everything seem really fun. She loved the chair that went up and down like Grandma E's chair (she has a lift chair that my grandpa used). The tickle toothbrush was really exciting, and then the fluoride with her very own new Ariel toothbrush was just super fun. She was very relaxed the whole time. Mommy was so proud!!!


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Same Swollen Face + Better Hair = Better Perspective


37 Weeks

I'm starting to lose my smile. Come to think of it, I'm starting to lose my whole face...and my ankles...and my wrists. :)


My Cute Husband

Here are some pictures of my husband on our family weekend. I decided to save the wii video clip for sometime that he makes me need revenge for some reason. :) This is why I married him. He loves to participate in whatever is going on and is such a good sport. Dad enjoyed watching us all play Guitar Hero, too. My brother-in-law had brought a projector, and it was projected across the whole back wall of the living room.


The Nursery

I finally got the shelf hung in the nursery. I still have one more shelf to do for Little Guy's room, and I'm trying to figure out a way to hang the quilt that is draped over the rocking chair. Any ideas? This rocking chair was my mom's when my sister was a baby (I think), so it's at least 36 years old. It's been recovered many times. Since I don't know how to sew I'm leaving it pink, but it doesn't look as bad as I thought it might. We have had this bedding and furniture for 8 years. We used the furniture for the girls, but I'm amazed I still like the bedding. We got a little over-excited when we first started trying to get pregnant. Who knew it would take so long. We stored this furniture for 4 years before we got to use it. I still love it.



Friday, January 25, 2008

PB Cookies and My Big Orange Container

Today was a great day. My sweet cousin drove an hour to come watch the girls so Hubby and I could have some time together. I thought I was going to have a date by myself because he was having a hard time waking up, but 45 minutes after she arrived he was finally ready. I was so excited about some freedom, but then I remembered my big orange container. What big orange container, you might be wondering? Well, part of Dr. M's panic was to check me for preeclampsia (high blood pressure in pregnancy that can put the baby in danger). To check for this, I had to have blood drawn yesterday, collect ALL my urine for 24 hours in this big orange container, and then have my blood drawn again tomorrow. That meant taking the big orange container with me on my date today. Refrigeration was not a problem in the cold weather; in fact, I'd rather have it in my car than in my refrigerator...yuck. But I wasn't about to carry my collection pan and my big orange container around with me so I held it ALL DAY. (So did Big Sissy, coincidentally, since she refuses to let anyone else help her go potty but Mommy.) I was actually kind of glad to get home so I could use the big orange container. Maybe that was God's way of reminding me that kids really aren't inconvenient. No, big orange containers and collection pans are inconvenient.

We came home to very happy girls and a house that smelled of freshly-baked peanut butter cookies. Yummm.... Thanks, sweet cousin. Sorry there were no chocolate chips left for chocolate chip cookies. Did I mention the 53 pounds?

Ponder This

Why do they make lids for super glue? The first time you put the lid on it's stuck forever and you have to throw it away anyway.

Why do they make maternity bikini underwear? They should just make a strip of fabric that gets inserted directly into your rear and skip the part that no one sees anyway. And bikini swimwear for very large women...same idea.

Why do they sell toys on sticks at the circus? The stick should at least be shorter than the distance between seats so the children's neighbors don't become human pinatas.

Why do they make tea sets for small children made out of porcelain?

Why do they put comfort soles in high heels? There's nothing that's going to make them comfortable for long periods of time. (I know because I bought some for my wedding)

Why do they make diet, caffeine-free soda? They should just call it can-o'-carbonation.

Why do they make diet cookies? You just have to eat more of them.

Why do onesies for babies have to be pulled over their heads? As though they haven't just been through enough trauma. No wonder they cry every time. They're probably having flashbacks.

Just some things I've been thinking about lately... :)