Thursday, July 29, 2010
While she was sitting on the toilet... "There was a toot in that tee-tee!!!"
We were on our way home from Small Group the other night, and a white cat with big black spots passed in front of our headlights. Ali yelled, "I just saw a baby cow!!!!!"
We've been having a lot of conversations about Noah, naturally. I've been trying to get her to think about him and what he'll be like. We had the following conversation:
Me: "Do you think that Noah will have light hair or dark hair?"
Ali: "Light hair."
Me: "Do you think he'll have straight hair like me, or curly hair like you?"
Ali: "Straight hair like you."
Me: "Do you think he'll have blue eyes like you, or hazel eyes like me?"
Ali: "Blue Eyes."
Me: "Do you think he'll like making biscuits with you and Pop?"
Ali: "No! He will like to stay home with YOU when I go make biscuits with Pop."
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I was 18 weeks pregnant as of yesterday.
I’ve done a really poor job of getting any photos of my growing belly (because it just feels really cheesy to ask anyone to photograph my abdomen – even my own husband, for some reason), so I finally photographed myself, hence the super-poor picture quality:
Total weight gained: 2.8 pounds.
Cravings: They have rightfully been very boyish (which makes Chris very proud of his son): mild buffalo sauce covered meats and bar-be-que, especially bar-be-que stuffed baked potatoes (from Jim N Nick’s or Full Moon BBQ, please). Oh and the new Fruit Roll-Ups actually made of real fruit are FANTASTIC.
Aversions: I still haven’t regained a lot of territory lost in my horrific stage of nausea. I’m finally starting to like Coke again (which is wonderful…and horrible all at once, I suppose), but I still can’t drink hot tea (which was a favorite pre-nausea) or much coffee, so liquids are still sketchy. Also, one of my favorite treats, Doodle’s Peach Sorbet, is still reminiscent of nausea.
(By the way, if you’ve never been to Doodle’s in Cahaba Heights, you haven’t lived.)
Movements: I was able to start feeling Noah moving around at 12 weeks, but the kicks have gotten powerful enough now that Chris was able to very decisively start to feel them last week. Baby kicks (before they are kicking you in the ribs, lungs, and heart) are my favorite part of pregnancy.
Nesting: I’m not, but Chris is. His nesting is partial he-is-excited-to-be-having-a-boy, and partial gotta-get-the-room-done-before-football-season-is-all-consuming. But as part of that, he wanted me to go ahead and decide on bedding so that we could paint the room.
(by the way, those are TURTLES, not flowers, on the bedding. I was sure to point that out very clearly to Chris when I suggested this one.)
The current thought is to paint the room a light bright blue like in the turtles.
So there you go, I have actually done a full, and thorough, pregnancy update. I couldn’t be prouder of myself.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
…mixed with a three year old…not an easy task.
Really Excited But Way Too Dark Shot.
Getting Lazy Shot.
I Might Be Constipated by the Thought of a Little Brother Shot.
Hiding From the Camera Shot.
Belly With a Chigger Bite Shot.
That’s Not a Helpful Sign Angle Shot.
Seriously Mom When Can I Quit Shot.
It’s a What? Shot.
Do I Really Have to Pick Up That Stupid Sign Again Shot.
They Can Read Upside Down Shot.
They Can Read Upside Down and Through the Back of the Paper Shot.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Me: "It's about Joseph and his coat of many colors...his Daddy gave it to him."
Ali: "My Daddy gives me Jelly Beans of many colors!!!"
Ali: "I LOOVE Jesus!!"
Me: "I'm glad - I do too!"
Ali: "I'm going to call Daddy Jesus."
Me: "Daddy's not Jesus - Jesus is in Heaven."
Ali: "Oh well - I'm going to pretend that Daddy is Jesus - is that okay?"
Me: "We don't usually pretend to be Jesus..."
Ali: "Oh, okay. Well can Daddy pretend to be Prince Eric, then?"
We were at my Grandmother's condo, and she lives on the second floor. The stairs going up to her Condo always make Ali a bit nervous, because you can see between each stair. As we were coming back down, Ali said:
"We need to hold the randhail because we don't want to fall through the holes...that would be soooo naughty."
AJ was over, and Ali was crying over some sort of minor toddler disappointment. I was trying to convince her to get over it and get back to having fun, and I said, "Don't you want to go play with AJ??"
"I do, when I finish crying."
She apparently saw something that amazed her...and apparently I've been using too many casual phrases. In a burst of excitement, she yelled out,
Ali was protesting putting on her panties without my help... "But Mommy, I'm a pretty girl and you're a regular girl, and only regular girls put on panties!!!!"
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
1 cup Sugar
1/4 cup Plain Flour
1/4 tsp Cinnamon
1/8 tsp Nutmeg
Mix together in a small bowl.
4 1/2 cups of Blackberries and Blueberries
1 tbsp Lemon Juice
Put in a larger bowl, then gradually pour dry ingredients into berries and gently toss, until all is mixed together.
2 Pie Crusts (the frozen variety)
Pour Berry Mixture into one of the pie crusts Put the other pie crust on top, and top with pats of butter. Bake for 20 minutes at 350 Degrees, and then drizzle 1 tbsp of butter on top. Bake for 5-10 more minutes, until crust is golden.