Month: July 2012

Confessions

Colorado, What The Heck?!

Unless you live under a bridge, I need not re-share the news.

I just keep wondering when God is going to renege on his flood promise.

I’ve said it before, but I’m going to say it again.  For all the people who consciously dread bringing children into “this world” because times are worse than ever, my opinion is the very opposite.  I’m not actually sure that times are worse than ever.  I feel like there was a time far before the land of electronic instantaneous communication (with video) but certainly sometime after the invention of the wheel when it was just as dangerous to live in this world as it is today.  Okay, maybe the fear was of something smaller and not as crazy in the head as a gun wielding psycho out West (something more like a germ or a hungry animal) but dangerous none the less.

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Humor, Other People, Pregnancy, Things I Said

I Know This is Already Everywhere and Old, But…

…it just feels so appropriate for–always.

 

And to those of you who have most recently asked for belly pictures, I offer this: find a tall, skinny, dark haired woman with a pointy nose wearing a sundress.  Ask her to stuff a size three soccer ball up her dress.  You’ve basically got a picture.  Better: blow up a balloon to a similar size and make sure she puts the “nipple” side out, and you’ve got me and my belly button.

Cheers.

Confessions, Isaiah

The Day All My Dreams Came True

First, the Chinese were wrong.  Freaking finally.

Second, I will not be scanning and posting any ultra sound pictures.  If you want to see what the baby looks like, Google “ultra sound picture.”  Yes.  It looks just like that.  Only cuter, probably.  (As I described to Eliott, “We’re going to see the baby, but really, it is going to look like a bunch of thunderstorm clouds on a black and white TV and will probably be really boring, so I’ll bring the iPod for you to play games.)

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Carter, Confessions, Eliott

Thoughts on the Terrible Two’s

I have become that mother who screams, “GO OUTSIDE!” about ten times a day.

It is a crying shame North Carolina isn’t big on basements.  Another mental note for the house we build one day.  I will make sure it has a big basement, which is padded, and filled with things I do not care about.  I will turn a blind eye when “fight club” develops down there, making sure not to burn the muffins I have baking in the civilization I have created for myself above.

I have come to the conclusion that my children were too intelligent for the “Terrible Two’s.”  Instead of spending nine months to a year of their lives in emotion-driven tantrum frenzy, they feigned innocence while silently observing and storing up all aggression to be distributed in a much more calculated and passive way.

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Carter, Confessions, Eliott

So Here’s the Deal

I hit sixteen weeks (two weeks ago today) with a vengeance.  As predicted, the nausea was gone.  And my energy is returning.  Enter melt-down number one.  I now have just enough energy to be bothered by the mess that is my house.  I do not yet have the energy to fully tackle it.  As it is, completing one or two tasks a day (outside of the normal routine of meals, entertainment, and bus driver) is about as much as I can handle, if I’m lucky.

Thank God I’m an American and have at least twenty pairs of underwear.

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