Monday, November 17, 2008

I learned the other day that what I do is called blog barf. I don't post for days and days and then I post 2 or 3 at once. I have a number of posts floating around in my head, but I think I'll combine them into a list of random thoughts instead:

For a confidence booster, post pictures of yourself and tell everyone you are pregnant and hormonal. Thanks for all the compliments. I still probably will not display any of the pics in a prominent spot in my home, but you sure made me feel good.

Jared thinks everyone should know about this new study. It's just bugging me that now instead of excuse me, he says things like "you don't have to thank me, but I may have just lowered your cholesterol." Sometimes I wonder...

Today my kids got a sick day. Noah vomited this morning, but I could tell he wasn't really sick. None the less, he got the day off and Gwen somehow coaxed me into letting her stay home too. I think they just needed the day to play at home together. They played playmobil people and dress-ups all day long.

My friend posted this on her blog recently and I can't stop thinking about how true it is and how I feel very much like this lately and also how much I like this friend:

Then this morning, as I was laying in bed, so uncomfortable in my 3rd trimester self, Mm's came in and snuggled up in my face, Bears snuggled up in the bend of my legs, d.d. wedged himself between Mms and I and little C came along for a snuggle under my arm I thought of something we read yesterday from the Velveteen Rabbit about becoming Real...

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

So I guess I should thank the kids for what they've done for my spirit. And worry less about what they've done to my boobs.

I was talking to my sister the other day (something I don't do often enough) and she said she doesn't read blogs at all - not even mine. She said they read too much like never-ending, braggy Christmas cards. She told me to blog about real things, so I've been thinking on that.

This sister does facebook and I do not and she was trying to sell me on the merits of facebook. It's one of those things like Harry Potter and the Twilight books that I just can't make myself do. I don't know why. Although, I *may* read Twilight this week so I can go to the movie with the very cool ladies in my ward who I am trying to get to know.

What I really want to do this week is HAVE A BABY but it isn't likely. I am 38 weeks now and Jared is threatening to spike my smoothies with castor oil. I have had a great pregnancy, but I'm all done being pregnant now. Why does it always happen that you feel this way 2 weeks too early?

We are having a moratorium on fun at house. Our kids are so ornery lately, plain spoiled rotten. On a recent outing someone was heard to say, "I'll ONLY eat at the pizza restaurant if I can get soda" and there is all manner of whining and grouchiness. We think it's a case of too much fun and too many treats. So we are reigning in the fun. Don't come over and try to bring any fun or any sugar (unless it's for me - we adults are staying up late and eating treats and have a grand time).

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The nursery

If you haven't seen this room in person, it's hard to describe. It's the size a walk-in closet but it has two windows and little closet, so it "counts" as a bedroom.

Check out the door - glass? It's textured with a cool design on the backside, but it has old red paint on it that I haven't scraped out yet. Gwen's bedroom door is similar - why do you think they put them in? I can't figure it out, but they look cool.

What goes around, comes around

In the past couple years, I have given all my baby girl things away to friends. I worried a little that I would have another girl and that I would regret it but I thought it was stupid to hold on to something that someone else could use and I banked on finding more hand-me-downs if the day ever came that I needed them. Without the sale of our house in UT, we are more strapped for $$ than we'd like and I started to stress a few weeks ago about having to spend money on the things I once gave away. Lucky for me, WHAT GOES AROUND REALLY DOES COME BACK AROUND and I have been the recipient of SO many darling baby girl clothes. I washed the first batch yesterday - these are only the 0-3 mo size - I have 3 more boxes of bigger sizes.

I know it's just a little thing and we weren't headed to the poor house if we had to buy baby clothes, but sometimes it's the little things that let me know I'm loved and watched over.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Family Pictures

While we were in Utah for G'ma & G'pa Pelo's 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration (which was such a fun party, I didn't take any pictures. Hopefully, someone else did and I can do a post on it sometime soon) we took family pictures with the whole Pelo crew. We have never been able to afford to have family pics taken by a "real" photographer so I should have been really excited. I tried to be a good sport about it - until we got to view them online last week. Every time I scroll through them I waiver between laughter and tears. Don't get me wrong, he's a great photographer and the pics are beautiful - which is what makes me so sad! Some of you have requested a belly shot or two of my prego self. Well - here you go:

Our little fam

Grownups only

The big fam - You would think that with THIS many people in a picture - the belly could have easily been hidden... Oh, and the chick in the front row with the orange make-up & false eyelashes is a body double for a cousin on a mission - ballroom dancer or something? And no, that is not Jared standing behind me - he's waaaay over on the other side of the group.

Oh well, in the end it is mostly funny - except when you're pregnant and sort of teary.

Halloween Pics

A cowboy riding his horse

Prince Caspien

And a fairy

This was the first year we could convince our kids to touch the pumpkin guts.

Not an especially flattering pic of the uncles & G'pa Mike, but I thought they looked cute all squished on the couch together. We had a fun party - even Great G'pa & G'ma dropped in for some soup & bread. Christen got it right when she said the highlight of the night was when our screen door jammed shut and the trick or treaters had to wait for a LONG time while I tried unsuccessfully to pop it open with a screwdriver.

And it wouldn't be Halloween without Witch's Brew. We were proud of G'ma Dinie this year, the only adult to dress up - she makes a cute pumpkin.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

On voting

The kids were out of school today for election day so I took them with me to the town hall to vote. Only a 5 minute wait which we were all very grateful for. On the way out, Noah started to skip and sing "I hope Oback Barama wins! I hope Oback Barama wins!" and for a tiny town hall, it's got quite an echo.