pushing limits

Alexis walks into bathroom

Daddy tells her to come out

Daddy tells her not to go into the bathroom again

Alexis walks over to the silver strip separating the carpet in the study from the tile in the bathroom

Alexis slides her foot up to the strip

Alexis looks at Daddy and Mommy who are standing within a foot on either side, watching her

Alexis sticks her big toe over the strip and into the bathroom


It's not really funny, and Alexis getting a spanking is definitely not funny, but I had to turn away to hide my snicker because she is so much like her mother.

murphy's law...still working today

Treya Kathleen went a week and two days without ever spitting up. It's amazing how dressing her in a brand new dress on Sunday morning produced a healthy gush of spit-up all down the front of her dress.

Is it the smell of new clothes? Is the scent of freshly-washed laundry some kind of spit-up trigger? I bet if I dressed her in dirty clothes for the rest of her infant life she'd never spit up again (now there's a thought...the fringe benefit would be no more laundry...this idea is sounding better and better!).down with clean clothes!

little mooger

Within 2 minutes of getting changed and having a clean diaper put on, Treya will forcefully dirty the new one. every. time. without. fail.

When Alexis was born, my mother was able to drive down from Michigan to help out for a week. Due to financial issues and husband needing hip surgery, she was not planning on making it for the birth of our second daughter. I was greatly disappointed, but seeing as there was nothing I could do, I accepted the fact that I'd be mother-less this time around.

Last Wednesday morning I mentioned to David that I would really like to drive up there soon after Treya was born since I'd not seen everyone in FOREVER. He didn't really say much about it, and I felt that he wasn't really open to the idea. He was a little distracted, and soon left to get my anniversary surprise. Since we'd agreed on no gifts ($$ is tight) and only cards (our tradition is buying the other person 2 cards--one funny and one serious), I wasn't sure what he was doing. I assumed he'd decided to get flowers and was taking his time picking out the cards (anniversary cards seriously rot in this area...the only one I found with less writing than a short novel was pretty ugly).

When he finally got home, I'd tidied everything up, and was ready for my flowers and cards. He walked in with a box of krispy kreme donuts (mmmm), and when I went to give him a hug I realized that my mom was sitting on our couch!!!!!Being the emotionally stable, tower-of-power that I am, I burst into tears and hugged her as well as I could with a big tummy in the way.

I thought that was the sweetest, most romantic thing he could've done for this anniversary.

I love you baby, you're the absolute best!!

chocolate

Tonight I'm drowning my no-baby :-( blues in a thick river of Reeses Peanut Butter Cup minis. Mmmm...doesn't get much better than that with a glass of cold milk and a good mystery.

3 down, 7 to go

The doctor was very pleased to find me dilated to a 3 this morning. She's hoping that the sweeping of the membranes will get my body into 'labor' mode. I am too.

I had contractions from 9pm-3am on Saturday night, and was getting pretty hyped up at the thought of delivering right on my due date. Then I woke up Sunday morning. I had a headache, was dead tired, and my contractions had (obviously) stopped. So much for that.

Here's hoping for today! *fingers crossed*praying lots*

kitty

My SIL's cat had 3 kittens on Wednesday. ::so tiny::

happy Wednesday, Rabbit

And here is Alexis' Elvis bunny. He sings an Easter candy song when you push his left foot. As soon as he starts singing Lexi begins dancing around, kicking her feet in the air, and waving her hands over her head. hilarious.

To the female who honked menacingly at me and gestured wildly out the window:

Sweetie.

~It is hot and humid outside.

~My car does not have air conditioning. (curses)

~I am 39 weeks pregnant.

These three statements put together = one bad mama. You just keep driving your little minivan, and don't honk at me again. Ever. You do not want the drama, believe me.


So ya, I may be a little emotionally unstable at this point.