cinderella moment.

my parents are coming tomorrow for easter, so i’ve been attempting to clean the house.  bending over gives me really intense braxton hicks contractions, so i’ve spent most of the morning on my hands and knees.

i may or may not have been singing snatches of “sing, sweet nightingale.”

i may or may not have been comparing my children to the evil cat, lucifer, who leaves muddy footprints all over my clean floor.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014 — 2 notes   ()

mid-morning snack.

half a bartlett pear, a slice of manchego, and a dark chocolate brownie (eaten straight from the pan so the kids won’t notice).

9:15 counts as mid-morning, right?

Wednesday, April 16, 2014 — 3 notes   ()

confusion.

lucy tried to pee on the bushes like her brother.

it did not go quite as planned.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014 — 5 notes   ()

the world is coming to an end.

my very strong-willed, hard-headed two year old daughter has just figured out how to climb out of her crib.

bed time is now delightful.

Monday, April 14, 2014 — 7 notes   ()

oliver says…

me: (while snuggling after nap)  you are my favorite boy.

oliver: and you are my favorite woman!

Sunday, April 13, 2014 — 5 notes   ()

beach baby.

Saturday, April 12, 2014 — 5 notes   ()

just in time…

just discovered that the third season of call the midwife has started, getting me in the mood for my own delivery with my own midwife.  in five weeks.

eating trader joe’s chocolate covered everything, crying my eyes out, and breathing and pushing with every birth on the show.

Friday, April 11, 2014 — 5 notes   ()

whine.

i think third trimester is my least favorite.

i hate that a trip to the grocery store wears me out for the afternoon.  i’m not a fan of the sensation of having to pee every time the little bittle jumps on my bladder.  even if i just peed.  the diminished lung capacity makes me frustrated.  it seems as though everything below my belly button is sore all the time.  little bittle keeps managing to catch himself/herself under my ribs and violently pulling away.  and of course a decent night’s sleep is just a distant wonderful memory.  

whine, whine, whine.  oh, and i can’t have wine.

but, the one really, really positive thing about third trimester…there is a light at the end of this tunnel!  only fifty-one days until my due date, then i get to see that squishy baby face, and breathe in the skin of my newborn child.  i get to experience a new love that is unlike anything else in the world.  

Thursday, March 27, 2014 — 7 notes   ()

snuggle.

i hate having to wake him up in the morning…especially when he’s like this.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014 — 2 notes   ()

funny things.

* lucy told me the other day, “i need to go to the doctor because my penis hurts.”

* the kids were playing quietly and contently outside for longer than normal, so of course i became suspicious.  ”what are you doing?” i asked.  ”just having fun,” came the reply from oliver.

* lucy had a really successful day going out in underwear, and i congratulated her. “you’re welcome, mama.”

* oliver was yelling at lucy to not pour out all the bubble solution, when she shouted back, “you be nice!”

* i heard oliver happily playing in the living room saturday morning, after letting me sleep in until 8:20.  when i walked out, he informed me he’d put my flower on my pillow.  sure enough, the flower he’d picked for me the day before was resting on my pillow, but he’d chosen not to disturb me and went to play instead.  miracles do happen.

Monday, March 24, 2014 — 4 notes   ()