Okay, I don't know where she gets these ideas because I'm lucky if ANYTHING that I wear matches. This is our conversation though while in the living room this afternoon.
Cady: Mommy, you have blue pants, and a pink shirt.
Me: Yes, I sure do.
Cady: Mommy, what color are your boobies? (that's what she calls my bra and she asks this as she grabs my neckline and looks down my shirt). Mommy, you don't have pink boobies, you have white boobies.
Me: That's okay. White boobies are okay.
Cady: No mommy. You need to go to the store and buy some pink boobies for your pink shirt.
A pause
Cady: Daddy likes boobies.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Pictures and ponderings
Cady was in the room during the ultrasound. She has been adamant about the baby being a girl. On the way to the clinic she said, "I want a girl, just like me." So, little Tate who is still on an anti-boy crusade was not pleasantly surprised with the announcement that she will be the big sister to a little boy. She is still convinced that we are wrong and it's a girl. Sigh.
Ponderings:
It's unfortunate that we've used up so much garage space saving all of our favorite Cady outfits (buckets!) that will not be used again. At the same time it will be nice to finally start clearing up some space. It's a little overwhelming though thinking about starting a boy wardrobe from scratch! But at the same time probably a lot easier to limit ourselves to just a few pairs of blue jeans and t-shirts.
Why the heck did I buy hot pink curtains and other girly stuff? It might take a little while to figure out how to defeminize the room and make it a little more neutral for both. That's okay, I'll just recruit Starin to come over for a brainstorming session.
Trying to wrap my mind around having a boy. I wonder if this is a normal reaction after already having a child of the opposite sex? Girls just feel so familiar now.
The reality of it all! Even on a good day, when we finally have Cady to bed Rob and I usually just look at each other, sigh and say something like "Oh boy!" This is with ONE kid. "oh boy!"
Yikes! This means we can't keep delaying thinking about names. We now know that we are having a boy so we have to start thinking about boy names. Names are hard.
And now for the pictures...
The evidence that it's a little boy
Tell me if this picture wouldn't scare any mother?? (profile shots at 20 weeks are much cuter than straight on shots)
Not a bad picture even without all of his skin! I think he looks a bit like Rob here! The ultrasound techs were in playing around mode which is how we ended up with 3D's. They usually recommend the pictures further along when the baby looks a little less skeletonish and bumpy.
Ponderings:
It's unfortunate that we've used up so much garage space saving all of our favorite Cady outfits (buckets!) that will not be used again. At the same time it will be nice to finally start clearing up some space. It's a little overwhelming though thinking about starting a boy wardrobe from scratch! But at the same time probably a lot easier to limit ourselves to just a few pairs of blue jeans and t-shirts.
Why the heck did I buy hot pink curtains and other girly stuff? It might take a little while to figure out how to defeminize the room and make it a little more neutral for both. That's okay, I'll just recruit Starin to come over for a brainstorming session.
Trying to wrap my mind around having a boy. I wonder if this is a normal reaction after already having a child of the opposite sex? Girls just feel so familiar now.
The reality of it all! Even on a good day, when we finally have Cady to bed Rob and I usually just look at each other, sigh and say something like "Oh boy!" This is with ONE kid. "oh boy!"
Yikes! This means we can't keep delaying thinking about names. We now know that we are having a boy so we have to start thinking about boy names. Names are hard.
And now for the pictures...
The evidence that it's a little boy
Tell me if this picture wouldn't scare any mother?? (profile shots at 20 weeks are much cuter than straight on shots)
Not a bad picture even without all of his skin! I think he looks a bit like Rob here! The ultrasound techs were in playing around mode which is how we ended up with 3D's. They usually recommend the pictures further along when the baby looks a little less skeletonish and bumpy.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Pregnancy Brain
Ahhh..the dreaded pregnancy brain. The same brain that, when I was pregnant with Cady caused me to put together an awesome presentation with a one day deadline and then forget to show up to the presentation to present (yes, it was in my calendar and I had even told the students that I was going to be presenting about 10 minutes before the presentation and then poof! it left my mind.) And caused me to tell a parent, "I'll be right with you", set my paper down, walk right past them and straight up to my office where I remembered the parent a whole hour later (fortunately, someone told them I was hung up w/ something and they left after 5 minutes)I'd insert blushing smiley faces if I had them.
So, yeah. It's back. Full-force. I just don't get it. If not for the validation of the many pregnant women I commiserate with, I'd really think I was losing my mind!
Examples:
I was in line for breakfast at the Hyatt and two ladies asked me, "are you from here?" And I said, "No". Then, at least a whole two minutes later I realized what I said, and had to correct myself. "Yes, I'm from Denver, I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that!"
Tuesday morning I left for music class in my fuzzy slippers and probably would have gotten all the way there if Cady wasn't the one who pointed it out to me as we were getting in the car, "Mommy (chuckle chuckle), your shoes are silly!" Well, Thursday morning I left for work in the same pair of slippers. A really nice dressy outfit and the scuzziest pink slipppers you've ever seen. Thanks goodness it was wet out because I was able to catch it this time as soon as I headed up the driveway.
A couple of weeks ago (granted I had the flu the entire week so that probably played into this one) I laid on the couch with a banana that I was intending to eat for lunch. I picked it up and tried to use it as a remote to change channels. No sooner had I finished laughing at myself when the phone rang and I tried to answer the banana.
Last week I told my intern that I was taking her to meet our school nurse. I walked down the hall with her, passed the nurses office, and realized I had absolutely no recollection of where I told her we were going. I finally just stopped and had to admit it out loud and she then reminded me that we were going to the nurses office which was "way back there"
These are just the big ones. This blog entry might take up the whole page if I actually listed out all of the little ones such as forgetting what I'm talking about mid-conversation, putting random things that don't belong in the fridge into the fridge, losing things, using the wrong words when speaking or writing, spelling errors, etc...
So, yeah. It's back. Full-force. I just don't get it. If not for the validation of the many pregnant women I commiserate with, I'd really think I was losing my mind!
Examples:
I was in line for breakfast at the Hyatt and two ladies asked me, "are you from here?" And I said, "No". Then, at least a whole two minutes later I realized what I said, and had to correct myself. "Yes, I'm from Denver, I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that!"
Tuesday morning I left for music class in my fuzzy slippers and probably would have gotten all the way there if Cady wasn't the one who pointed it out to me as we were getting in the car, "Mommy (chuckle chuckle), your shoes are silly!" Well, Thursday morning I left for work in the same pair of slippers. A really nice dressy outfit and the scuzziest pink slipppers you've ever seen. Thanks goodness it was wet out because I was able to catch it this time as soon as I headed up the driveway.
A couple of weeks ago (granted I had the flu the entire week so that probably played into this one) I laid on the couch with a banana that I was intending to eat for lunch. I picked it up and tried to use it as a remote to change channels. No sooner had I finished laughing at myself when the phone rang and I tried to answer the banana.
Last week I told my intern that I was taking her to meet our school nurse. I walked down the hall with her, passed the nurses office, and realized I had absolutely no recollection of where I told her we were going. I finally just stopped and had to admit it out loud and she then reminded me that we were going to the nurses office which was "way back there"
These are just the big ones. This blog entry might take up the whole page if I actually listed out all of the little ones such as forgetting what I'm talking about mid-conversation, putting random things that don't belong in the fridge into the fridge, losing things, using the wrong words when speaking or writing, spelling errors, etc...
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
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