Weekend #3

Now, this weekend totally made up for last week's poopy one.

We hung out with family and friends all weekend.

The family part was for a 40-50-60 birthday party to celebrate my aunts turning 40 and 50 and my mom turning 60. Really, the celebration should be for my Grandma who was pregnant over a span of 20 years.

Here's ma Vic circa 1969:

And the friend part was a fun lake sleepover with Matt and Alicia, Katie and Nat and a new little friend, Addison. The sweetest dark eyes and curly dark hair you've ever seen. Just a couple months apart, these two little peas in a pod were alike in many ways...and therefore never sat still for a photo. We laked, we pooled and we ran through the sprinkler.

Exactly where she likes to be, the center of everything.

Buddies.







24 weeks!

Yep, that's still 6 months I believe. How crazy is that?

I have NO idea where the past six months have gone. I had an appointment today and all is well with Baby Dos. The doc was kinda mad that I had my ultrasound a few weeks ago...so I totally threw the nurse under the bus. No way I was going to get in trouble for that!

Anyways, doc confirmed the ultrasound showed a happy healthy little fella in there...in the 80th percentile. What's with my humongous babies? And baby's heartbeat was in the low 140s, pretty similar to Emmie's at the time.

I was looking back at my Emmie IVF blog before I wrote this post. It's so fun to read through those memories and compare them to how I'm feeling now. I will say that I am much more easy going this time around. Last time I was racing around Minneapolis trying to find the perfect bedding for Emmie's nursery. Chances are I would be doing the same thing if this little house project wasn't consuming my every day life.

And can we talk about how fantastic it is to already have all the baby "stuff"? Not to be scouring the internet for the right crib, carseat pattern etc.? We will only have to add in a few random things...like another vibrating chair so we have one for upstairs and down, a new baby bath because we hated ours, oh and boy clothes, we should probably have some of those.

That's about all to report on the Baby Dos front. I'm still feeling pretty good, though the ol' back is starting to give out. But, I can't complain too much considering the extra 22 pounder I frequently have to tote around.

Weekend #2

It was a shitty weekend. Quite literally.

I'll spare you the details but it was more than once. The first due to the devil swim diaper that ended in a hose off in the yard and the second, a little naked time gone wrong. Terribly wrong, then stepped in, then scared of what was stepped in, then stepped on a book and then tried to wipe off, then wiped on her face. All of this within about 7 seconds while I screamed to Andy. It was awful.

The rest of the weekend was spent bucking the heat and running around town looking at appliances, hanging out with Grandma, wandering the air conditioned mall, and flipping between The Bachelorette and Big Brother...god do I miss my DVR.

Baby J

This week, Emmie got to try her hand at the whole having a baby in the house thing. We had James over for a bit Wednesday night to practice, I mean play, I totally mean play, we wouldn't invite James over just to see what Emmie would do. No, we wanted to give mama a break and play with a baby.

Emmie's take aways from the evening:

*I will call the baby "baby" no matter how many times they ask me to say James.

*I just want to touch the baby's eyes and ears and mouth, I don't know why dad is on such high alert every time I go after baby's face with my poking finger.

*I don't care how many times you tell me the baby doesn't want a Cheerio, I know he does.

*If baby is wearing socks, I need to be wearing socks.

*If baby's paci falls out, even if for a split second, I will shove it back in.

*I was just bringing baby my Little People House to play with, I don't know why mom had to move him to the couch.

*I will let the baby look at my blanky, but that's it and I will make sure he knows it's MINE.

*I will wake up and immediately ask where baby is.

copycat

I've already mentioned Emmie's love for her Grandpa...so it will come as no surprise that she needs to be a litte copycat...and have a koozie on her sippy, just like grandpa:

And a couple other photos from Sunday night dinner.

(Have I mentioned the 'thankyoubabyjesus' excitement that comes from Grandma Vic's early afternoon text inviting us over for Sunday dinner? This past Sunday's text elicited some kung fu moves from Andy.)

(And why are we so excited? Besides getting the girls together to play...let's talk about the menu: bacon wrapped pork tenderloins, mushroom and something cream pasta, and asparagus on the grill. I mean, you know, that's totally what Andy and I were going to make....)

I have no idea why they decided to lift up their shirts for this photo...

Weekend #1

We have approximately 12 weekends to spend in the apartment...but who's counting?

Our plan is to do something fun every weekend to make the time pass quickly and being a bajillion degrees out really impedes any in town outdoor fun we could have. And spending 48 hours in the apartment sounds like zero percent fun....so we were super excited to be heading down to Andy's family's lake cabin. Great Grandma Fran was in town so all the grandkids and great grandkids were around.

And that bajillion degrees....it's the perfect temperature lakeside!

I was a little nervous about Emmie and the water, considering she wouldn't touch the pool in Florida. And she's hit or miss with the little pools in the yard. But with William, Kate and baby Charlotte splashing away she'd have to love it right?

No. She stood by the pool and said "alldone".  Then she put her hand in the pool and said "alldone". Then her mean ol' mom tossed her in...and after she wiped the water and shock from her face, it was love.

And then it was off in the boat to a shallow sandy place on the lake. Again, I was a little nervous that she would hate it...but it was LOVE again!  She didn't even care that she had to wear a life jacket and it didn't even phase her when she fell face first into the water, over and over again.

And day two. Emmie was ready to go outside the minute she woke up.

William, Charlotte, Kate, Emmie and Great Grandma Fran.

Is it just me?

We're a Bachelorette kind of family. Yes, Emmie calls her Emineee and thinks that every pretty blonde on tv is Emineee.

But here's the thing, I'm not so much into the fellas on the show this year and let's be honest, it's a pretty boring season. If she does somehow end up with Chris Harrison, now that's a story line I can get in to. The guys are nice enough and all, but Jef especially annoys me. First off, Jef with one F? And then there's his twin. Every time Jef is on, I think of this guy, in the middle:

I don't know his name, but he was in a few early 2000 movies like Not Another Teen Movie and other craptastic ones.

Anyways, just wondering if you see it too.