Our Year in Pictures is going to have to take a little break. I am just too nauseated and exhausted to keep up. I will check back in when I can, but I plan to pick up the project again when I hit 12 weeks, God willing I will feel better by then.
See you soon everyone!
Paisley doesn’t get her own feature very often anymore. But she is growing up and writing her own life now. Today she went with Lily, Molly, and me to Costco. She has gone often enough before and picked up a few items, but today she outshopped me! She filled her own cart. I just thought that was a big milestone.
Lily had been stuck in the house all week, so after picking the kids up from school today I decided to stop for a treat, ice cream cones and playland at McDonalds.
Happy Birthday, Posy! I can’t believe you are really 16 years old. You have gone from a fussy baby, to a rambunctious toddler, to a creative, thoughtful, amazing young woman. You are quiet and watchful one moment, taking in everything around you, and wild and crazy the next, keeping everyone around you laughing. You are going places, my little girl. The world is your oyster.
Lily likes her whole wheat toast slathered in “patella”.
But you will probably only find it in the grocery store as NUTELLA.
Lily is insistent on putting on her own shoes. You would think that she could get them on the correct feet at least half the time just by chance.
But somehow the shoes end up on the wrong feet at least 80% of the time. It’s a special talent. She claims they don’t hurt her feet though, I’m sure if they hurt her she would switch them!
One of the great mysteries of the universe is how a baby the size of a poppy seed can make me outgrow all my pants overnight.
The bottom box there is filled to bursting with maternity cl0thes that could make me more comfortable. (Plus there is another box just a little to the left that you can’t see.) But I refuse to get them out and wear them. Why? Because this baby is the size of a poppy seed and it makes no sense that I should have to get out my maternity clothes that I am still sick of from the last pregnancy and are horribly out of date since I have had most of them for a few pregnancies now.
I am only 4 weeks along. No maternity clothes yet. Because I don’t want to have to explain to complete strangers that I am not due for 8 more months. So it’s all about me and what I want to look like. Vanity.
I’d like to at least wait until 5 or 6 weeks along. Surely I can find something around here that is not maternity clothes to wear for two more weeks.
Here is Oscar, he is not in a bag.
So what is the cat out of the bag about?
This:
Poor, picture quality, but easily readable nonetheless.
#9 on the way…
Why do we tell early? While the rest of the world tends to wait until the nice and safe 10-12 weeks to tell, we have to tell right away because I get too sick to keep it much of a secret. And since this body has held so many babies, my belly likes to pop out right away anyway and I can’t hide it. So we share our joy with everyone and hope for the best.
We are due in October, and we are very happy!
Around here, Friday is Wii day. Video games are off limits during the school week, so Friday and Saturday they get some heavy use (still with limits of course.)
Here is Ben playing The Legend of Zelda: The Windwaker. Max is always looking on if he isn’t playing.
When I got up at 5:30am one morning last week this is how I found him. The faucet had broken the night before and he got up, well before dawn and went and bought a faucet and replaced it before going in to work. All so I would have a sink to use during the day. I love this guy!