I'm done throwing myself a one armed pity party

Let's move on to Emmie who literally makes me laugh outloud everyday. She's funny and she knows it. And she's naughty but with that little angel face, she can get away with a lot.

 

Her new tricks:

 

Talking. Oh my god, she is talking non stop. Her favorite question: where ____ go? Fill in the blank with mama, dadda, nana, papa, tee-tee (Kristy), lee-lee (Livvy).  And you answer the question once, you'll be answering it a hundred times.

 

And the nana and papa thing; I'm in love with it. I've not so secretly always wanted Emmie to call my parents nana and papa, I think it's the cutest thing ever. And then one day, she did. I didn't even encourage her, I think it was just easier to say. And believe me...the "laa you nana" with a wave and kiss in the air will melt your heart.

 

Other heart melters....we've always been mama and dadda. And this week....we were upgraded to mommy and daddy. Ohmagawd. How sweet to hear mommy out of that little face!

 

Oh and she's getting a little bossy. Like when she tells you to sit down, but it comes out a little more Hitlerish sounding like "mama, seeeeeet dowwwn."

 

She is very obsessed with books right now, which is a perfect playtime for me...not so much moving, not so much racing around.

 

She is also obsessed with her blankies. All of them. She has 2 little blankies and 2 bigger blankies and they're all going everywhere these days. Which completely scares me...what if we lose one!?

 

She is still going to bed like a dream, but likes a little alone time before she falls asleep. She sings, she dinks around....she takes off her pants, you know totally normal stuff.

 

 

Emmie and Brother Tuck during family fun time at the kennel.

 

Great Aunt Carmen taught Emmie to pick apples and then use her shirt to carry them all.

 

And this one if from earlier this summer, but I just got to see it for the first time. Thanks Heidi!

 

Arm Update

Here's the sitch:

My appointment this morning, lamesville. Nothing new to report.

No additional xrays, no fancy cure...nothing.

He confirmed the fracture and said he'd see me in a month. What? That's it?

I asked what the healing time frame is and he said 6-8 weeks. I almost lost it. Let's think pessimistically, because that's what I do the best, and go with 8 weeks. Oh funny, that's the week of my c-section.

So I can't pick up Emmie for 8 weeks due to my arm and then another 6 weeks after that because of the little cutting me open thing.

I am really sad.  I'm already feeling so disconnected from my peanut and I now realize it's only going to get worse. Maybe it's not such a bad thing that I can't carry her now...maybe then she won't blame the baby for me not holding her later?!

That's my story.

The arm really doesn't hurt that bad, it's just super annoying. I can't straighten my arm or rotate my wrist. But I can type...so that's nice. Oh and did I mention the super fun charley horses I've been getting in my bicep...I'm thisclose to amputating.

Who wants to come pack up the apartment and then put it all away in the new house?? Okaythanks!

I fell.

Two words no pregnant lady wants to say.

This morning I fell.

More like I tripped and totally ate shit.

I wasn't even carrying a bunch of stuff or wearing tall heels. I tripped over my own feet. And I went down.

In slow motion, I flew through the apartment parking lot and thankfully caught most of myself with my arm. I laid there until I felt the baby move, breathed a sigh of relief and then found my phone. I called Andy to tell him to come back home, just because I needed a second opinion on going to the doctor. Oh and he got to iron a different pair of dress pants for me because my little tumble ripped a hole straight through my pants.

So I went to work, arm hurting and then shortly thereafter decided to head to the clinic.

Nothing gets you to the head of the waiting list like being pregnant and crying. There was an audible ::gasp:: from the nurse when I told her I fell. Well, if that doesn't send more panic through your already racing heart I don't know what would.

First we listened for baby's heartbeat and all is well on his front. Then we did xrays.

A fractured radial head...whatever that means...it's my elbow. And now I have a little half cast and sling and an appointment with Ortho on Thursday.

I mean seriously? This happened? I realize it could totally be worse but this sucks so bad! I can't straighten my arm whatsoever, but thankfully I can use my hand...if everything stays at a 90 degree angle. Awesome.

I have gotten myself out of changing diapers for a while but I'll need to recruit someone to do my hair.

Oh and the sling, it's a handy cell phone holder...so there's that.

Weekend #9

Have I mentioned that Alicia is having a baby? I never know when it's appropriate to share other people's news on my own blog...but after her sister photo outed her on Facebook, pregnant in a bikini, I figured I was good to go here.

Anyways....Matt and Alicia are having a baby! And we're due only weeks apart. Fun huh?  And so, it was baby shower weekend. Alicia didn't really want anyone to fuss and throw a baby shower...but, tough shiz it happened anyways. Remember Emmie's baby bash? Yeah, I had my work cut out for me.

We lunched at John Alexander's in Moorhead and even her MSP besties made the drive, along with Kris all the way from the Biz. Might I add that hosting any event at a restaurant is like God's gift to a pregnant gal living in an apartment? Seriously, I decorated the table, made some appetizer decisions and that was it.

The table. You know how I love to use wrapping paper for table runners. This time I stepped it up and layered paper.

"She will enter your life and fill a special place in your heart. 
A place you never even knew was empty."

Thank you Sam's for beautiful flowers. I decided I might be a florist in my next life.
And thank you Target for the perfect tin buckets with a little chalkboard area.



Fargo girls.

 

Mamas.

 

Baby Larson, we are so excited to meet you! You are such a lucky baby to have Matt and Alicia as parents. You should know you are already melting your mama's heart and you're not even here yet...

And I have more photos to share and I have more to report on the weekend, but I need to save it for another day. Blogger just told me I have reached my photo limit...and I'm thisclose to losing my shit trying to figure out what is going on. So yeah...wish me luck.

stain master

So we all know how I heart Pinterest. But this, this is quite possibly my best Pinfind yet.

Dawn + Hydrogen Peroxide + Baking Soda = Death to all Stains.

And I don't mean just stains...I mean set in stains that you've have tried everything else for. You know all the onesies that are now just pajama onesies because they can't be seen in public? Yeah, totally clean.

Or the weird oily stain on your gray shirt that is too cute to toss so you have to wear a cardigan with it every time...gone!

Or the red wine stain on your white sweatpants...because you're not doing it right unless your wine is in a cup and you're in pajamas...set in from January and you've bleached and Shouted 'til you can't Shout anymore....white again!!

I didn't even follow the directions and I'm sure there is some real ratio you're supposed to use, but I really wanted to try it out, so I just mixed the three together in a bowl and rubbed it on the stains. I let it sit for a few hours and then threw it in the wash. Voila!

So there you have it, Pinterest success of the week. And no, I didn't take any before and after pics, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

One month.

One month and we close on our house, at 9am more specifically.

(And then one month after that, we will have another baby.)

Is this shocking to anyone else?

The summer in the apartment seemed so daunting months ago...and now it's almost over.

And with all the house decisions made, we just wait and watch and see how it all comes together....and pray to God that it all works out!

Weekend #8

Lyndhurst Duchess Blue
Woodlawn Colonial Gray
Grand Hotel Mackinac Blue
Jekyll Clubhouse Yellow
Cornhusk Green
Feeling Blue

And the walls have color! That's what we did this weekend...painted.

The professionals are doing an all over color, but we wanted to add some real color in addition to the Diverse Beige on every wall. 

We passed Emmie off to the babysitter and headed to the house on Sunday morning. Mom, Dad, Dave and my friend Pam were our cheaply hired help. 

I'm not sure if you were aware, but my dad is a master painter. Seriously. He can finish a room before you're even done with a wall. And he makes it look like the easiest thing ever and it's kinda mesmerizing to watch.

It took no time at all to whip through the rooms with no flooring or trim to work around.

Other than that we enjoyed the long weekend.....and hitting the 30 week mark today. Holy.