Peanut's latest addition to her vocabulary. She's learning the concept of hurt. Except that Everything hurts her now. Her little cousin touches her? "Owwww! She hurt me." Mommy splashes her with water? "OWWWW! You hurt me." She then goes around saying "Mommy hurt me." Although I might get a call from Children's Services, it is still funny to see her dramatics.
Thinking about decorating the nursery. I love to decorate so it makes me so happy that I have an excuse to redo a room. I'm thinking safari if it is a boy with a large canvas of a giraffe (painted by me) with smaller canvasses of various animal prints or his name spelled out in snakes. If it is a girl, I think I will go with fairies. I can still use Peanut's bedding, which was polka-dots and flowers but paint fairies on canvasses, thus making the girls' rooms distinct.
Hillary and her brood will be here so very soon. It's been almost a year since we've been together and The Lad was just a baby bump. I can't wait to see if The Boy still eyes Peanut suspiciously why she molests him with unwanted hugs. I also want to nom-nom-nom on The Lad's cheeks and kiss his dimples. And, of course, I can't wait to see Hillary and her husband.
What's making you smile?
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Holy snakes on a plane! I don't go on the internets for a month and here I find out YOU'RE KNOCKED UP.
I need to start catching up!
CONGRATULATIONS! Holy smokes!
hope your blog isn't flagged by DSS-you used the words hurt and molest in the same entry. I have a sick twisted sense of humor. Oh dear.
What makes me happy? I have to go with the singing too. "Twinkle, twinkle, lwittle star, how eye woder wwhat you awre." Too cute.
And realizing that our vacation to the beach this year is going to be more fun than last year b/c Sophie is mobile, talking, happy, active kiddo!
What's making me smile:
-My 10-week-old daughter sleeps 12 hours straight most nights. We're blessed.
-My mom brought baby pictures of me over and, aside from a few minor tweaks, Lea is practically my spitting image. I love comparing pictures of the two of us.
- We're at 10 weeks and Lea's eyes are still a gorgeous, bright shade of blue. I know there's still time for them to change so I'm trying not to get my hopes up but mine were brown within a week of my being born.
- Lea cries the second I walk out the door most mornings and grins the second I say hello to her when I get back. Yes, I feel bad for her dad who has to deal with it but it also makes me feel just a little better about being back at work somehow.
What makes me smile? The idea that I may have 8 days or less before I get to meet Aubrey. So surreal.
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