Weekly WOoooo!

I've made a decision and I probably shouldn't be in charge of this but as I'm slightly larger than normal *wink* folks don't argue. Meaning, I'm only going to be posting from here on in once a week; Saturdays sound nice. I'd like to spend the remainder of my verticalness in front of babe and not a computer.You'll see when I post my seven month preggo pic why babe calls me "BIIGGGG mama." and occasionally she asks her 'brover' and 'tistor' to follow her.

Christmas was:

every inch of cute as we tried to get babe to open the gift, give it a gander, thank the folks who purchased it, then seal it with a hug. Ultimately it took a turn for the hilarious as babe thought these new toys were like the toys in the store and when we told her it was time to go home she gave each toy a hug and told it good bye.

This holiday season I found myself saying, “Hey Boyfriend, don’t forget to download that Aerosmith song that babe loves onto her new MP3 player.” She’s two.

Happy Holidays!

Per babe's request:

Blogging will resume December 27th. Hope everyone has a happy, healthy, safe, wonderful holiday.

31!

Did you check out the lunar eclipse last night, just trying to start my birthday celebration right? Today is also winter solstice and a full moon. If you're still not ready to party then maybe you have some last minute Christmas shopping left. I hope not. You really should be having cake with me even if I've lost my voice.Babe is celebrating my birthday with a cough and a runny nose. We're quite the pair that shall be living it up via naps from our beds.

today

I wath trwing to twipe but the stwuffed animwals are helwping wme twipe and ith become incrweasingly akward. Ahhth! Scooth Over! Such spell check nightmares. I think mine just had a toddler toy time heart attack. Poor spell check; I shall have to go online to find a digital bandage or defibrillator or something.
Babe found the missing Christmas ornaments when I wasn't looking so now I don't know where it is or who else knows about it.

I'm sorry please repeat that.

I'd like to track a package. Did you say: I'd mike slap a trackage? What? No! Did you say: Smut glow? Not at all! Did you say: Snot at ball? I just want to track a package. Did you say: I lust taunt you back prepackage. What? Did you say: Butt? No but I should of. I'm sorry please repeat that did you say: Yo rut my hood love. YES!"Mama slap a trackage?" Nooooooooooo, not you too! Mama's losing her marbles. "Oooohhh marbles." When you're older I'll give you some to lose.

Note to self:

When craving gatorade, random, at 1:58am it would be wise to wear clothes, wear clothes and use a flashlight when making my way to the fridge, wear clothes and use a flashlight when making my way to the fridge and not settle for grape juice. Solid sound advice from me to me, though maybe I should curtail my advice...
as I just told babe's building blocks to scoot over or face the wrath that is I; Preggo Godzilla "ROOAAARRRR." Yeah, babe looks worried.

Such lazy days...

It's the rough life folks I just know it. I get to sleep in, have french toast, play with the kiddo while Boyfriend has the day off. Later in the evening babe has a Christmas type gymnastics performance to which even the grandparents are attending. We're done holiday shopping and wrapping so all that's left is to smile.Self discovery #7 (the umbrella): babe just opened it while standing in a corner thus trapping herself, to which she just replied, "HOLY MOLY!"

and in other news....

I feel like breaking out Boyfriend's sewing machine and doing some projects. I blame Boyfriend since he's one of only two men that I know who own sewing machines. The other guy is a good friend who actual was taught how to sew by the US Marine corp to fix parachutes. I'm sure there's a story in there somewhere.Upon realizing my brother's package never made it to the house and me in a panic, babe turned to me and said, "Don't worry big Mama."

5 years of wedded wheeeeee!

Five years ago today, on a Thursday Boyfriend and I woke up played some video games, got my hair done and picked up a bouquet. Then we went to some local parks and took some photos, went out to eat and then met up with 20 of our closest family and friends at the local court house and got married; in a blue dress.Afterward we drove a few blocks to a local cafe where everyone picked out a desert for themselves and sipped champagne. 2 hours later we were home. Perfection!

3 things I can't do without laughing;

1). Roll over in bed, it takes me about three tries and wakes up both the kiddos, luckily Boyfriend doesn't notice because I roll over all night long. 2) Get off the sofa which only turns into more laughter when combined with a full bladder and trying to answer the phone. 3) Clip my toenails; trust me, it's awesome.Babe likes to pull my shirt up to look at my "big button". She thinks it's funny that my belly button is now an outie and I agree, just not in public.

silly zzzzzzzzzz's

Yep, it was the third dream I had last night where I had some sort of hut on the beach but there were no walls let alone no fence. This is awkward when one has to use the "facilities". My dreams are a lot like Choose Your Own Adventure where each scenario leads you to a result most likely in handcuffs, ah the good life.
Babe's idea of wrapping Christmas presents involves first sitting on the present, second coloring the present, and third, trying to open the present and keep it.

You know

when you get some good sleep when you wake up and have no idea where you are or what's going on. Not that anything is going on it just helps to know why the cat is yowling in frustration and why a cutie little kiddie voice is saying, "Come on Maurice, its bath time." don't worry, secretly the cat really likes it, secretly.Babe is hilarious she'll ask anyone and anything to follow her around and clean up a mess she's just made, still waiting on the stuffed animals reply.

tis the season

I suppose there is something to be said for not knowing what day it is or what's going on. A sort of ignorance is bliss. We picked up a couple Christmas presents for Boyfriend's parents (2 photo albums, 1 for each twin) and I couldn't figure out why the selection was so depleted and why the traffic was so heavy. I'm fun.
Through the eyes of a child; if it's just a matter of Santa being big and having a beard then Santa can be found everywhere. Ahem, quit calling the ladies Santa.

I know you were wondering so

I figured I'd give you a little hint, ahem. I said hint.

You're welcome.

Allergy Wars: Return of the Achhhooo

Normally, on any given "regular" year I have December and January off from allergies. This year I'm going out with a bang; a bang, an achooo, a cough, a runny nose, and a post nasal drip that makes the throat long for laryngitis. I'm a calamity in 3 parts: allergies, pregnant, and humming the Rocky theme song.
Now it could just be the new allergy medicine talking here but I really do believe that babe found a way to talk about herself in the 8th person. Proof might be needed.

It's 6:55am

and I hear, "Time to wake up girlfriend". I open one eye, then the other and the third attempt to exit the bed reminds me that I'm pregnant. I feel the 1st kick telling me my bladder is too full, then a 2nd telling me my stomach is too empty. As I rub my belly and smile I see babe run by sans-pants and Boyfriend hot on her heels.
The world comes into focus as the cat reminds us all of his breakfast and in the distance I hear "Sweetheart if I have to wear pants then so do you." Priceless.

December

Technically I own this month and I will tell you why. First we have Boyfriend's and my 5 year wedding anniversary (the 15th) and then we have my birthday (the 21st) and last we have Christmas. This is a trifecta of gift receiving except we don't exchange gifts for our anniversary or birthdays; we already have all the amazing we need.
In our bedroom we have some wedding photos hanging and a Breakfast at Tiffany's poster which is apparently "Mom and Papa smooching".

Tree Tales 2010

I wanted to share a video with you this morning of Babe lovingly, carefully-ingly, dedicating-ly, decorating our Christmas tree but that's just not how it went down. Babe awoke from her nap, saw a beautiful sparkling Douglas-fir in the living room and then proceeded to pull her favorite ornaments off as fast as she could.These ornaments still haven't been placed upon the tree but instead have now become her own personal toys as she hides them in her toy bin at bedtime.

Once upon a time...

in a wet land drenched by rain there lived a cat who loved water. This cat didn't mind sitting in water or playing in the rain, taking baths, or playing in the shower. The cat thought it was wonderful. And when the cat reached the appropriate amount of soaked-ness he would take a nap, inside his owner's bed sheets.
Babe loved this cat, loved this cat sooo much that she too would become soaked just by looking at him. Well, that's what she said when I asked how she got wet.

6 months Pregnant!

The twins look awesome and sound awesome. My cervix is holding tight keeping the babes from falling out and I don't have to take my glucose test for another three weeks, yeah. One of these little cuties has some rockin' hiccups twice a day already. I've already tried getting the babe to drink from the back of a cup and bend over.
Just like to show you a picture of our son, our mellow son. Our go with the flow always relaxing while getting beat up son.

hehehehe

The reorganizing has begun. Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree.... oh Christmas tree... where are you? I think we'll buy one today or tomorrow. I'm ready! Are you ready? Oh I love the smell of fresh pine that's all natural... and so does the cat. Cat's grounded. His unhealthy love of pine trees boarders on dangerous.
We will wait until Babe takes a nap and let her awake to a surprise in the living room. We did this last year and the look on her face, seriously still brings me to tears.

Great Cloth Diaper Hunt is complete!

Another cloth diaper November hunt here and gone but this one was awesome. I found this little icon on over 130 different cloth diapering related web pages last month, met some cool cloth mamas, learned some new things and was entered in to win a ton of prizes. They might do another one this May =YEAH!Babe is back to her old self already only her voice sounds deeper which ads more clout to her tone when she demands that her stuffed animals follow her now!

Gooeykablouyyyyyyy!

Also Known As: Babe has an upper respiratory infection. Also Known As: Grumpy frumpy face of sad-s with lots of NO's. Also Known As: Mama pick me up now or else. Also Known As: The end of sleep as we know it. Also Known As: Mama is going to need waaaay more chocolate and a vacation to Bora Bora, well it was worth a try.
Babe hasn't noticed but we have trouble saying no to her when she's ill. In the future I could totally see her having a pony AND an elephant by the age of seven.