December 31, 2010
December 30, 2010
Monkey in the Middle is a worker bee.
Much like his Mommy, he has a tough time being still.
And so, when the boredom hits, he creates projects for himself.
Winter is the best time for his projects, because he is always sure that there is more shoveling to be done.
Even if the driveway is down to the pavement.
So, yesterday, his brother and sister had found other things to do and he and I had already played endless games of Sorry! and Uno, and he needed a project.
So, he looked out the window, put his hands on his hips and said, “Mommy, you are never going to get out of this driveway.”
Yes, that’s right, I haven’t left the house since the snow storm on Sunday.
Anyway, I bundled him up and out he went.
He didn’t want to be watched, so I had to wait until he was busy before snapping any real photos, and even then, he seems to have a sixth sense about me picking up the camera.
Yes, there was a small bit of snow behind my wheels.
He’s right, I never could have gotten over that.
And…as always happens in our house, what Monkey in the Middle does, Baby Monkey is never far behind.
They worked out there until they declared the job done.
Which, to me, didn’t look that different than before they went out, but I would never tell them that.
So, today, when I venture out, I’ll be safe and sound.
And trust me, I’ll make a BIG deal out of what a smooth ride it was.
December 29, 2010
As of yesterday, I am 30 weeks pregnant.
Given the measurements from the last ultrasound, I have about 8 more weeks to go.
With 8 weeks to go, it’s easy to get wrapped up in the small aches and pains and discomfort of late pregnancy.
It’s easy to grumble about the fact that I’ve gained almost 50 pounds and wonder how the heck I’ll ever lose them again.
It’s easy to bemoan the fact that I haven’t seen my feet in months and that I can no longer tie my own shoes.
Yet, I don’t want to.
I can’t complain about these things.
This pregnancy was such a gift and wonderful surprise, I want to revel in every second of it, particularly because this is the last one I’ll ever experience.
And so, I’m trying to focus on what I’m going to miss and the small wonders of being 30 weeks pregnant.
I’m going to miss the quiet, private conversations with my baby that I have throughout the day. Others must think that I’m insane, always talking to myself, but the truth is, I keep up a constant narrative of what’s going on in my head with this little one. He/she is definitely a captive audience, and I love sharing with him/her.
I also will miss the feedback that he/she gives me. When I’m talking to him/her, there are always small movements that tell me that he/she is listening, and I pretend like the baby is responding, in the only way he/she can.
I’m going to miss the big, alien-like movements that occur at random times. The baby is moving constantly, but every now and then he/she turns over or decides to kick-box with my abdomen, and it is the most out-of-this-world experience that cannot be matched.
I’m going to miss playing “Guess the body part” when I’m laying in bed at night and the baby shifts and there is suddenly a baby butt or knee or elbow or head making my stomach a misshapen mountain.
I’ll miss playing Patty-Cake with the baby. He/she is incredibly responsive to touch, and so when he/she presses outward, I press back with my hand, and then he/she presses back and we can go back and forth for a few minutes. I imagine that he/she is wondering “What the heck is pushing on me?” but I also imagine that he/she knows that Mommy is paying attention and always up for a game.
And, yes, I’ll miss not being able to bend over my belly to tie my shoes, because my belly is a constant reminder of the wonder of life, and who really needs to see their feet, anyway?
Nothing…nothing will match the joy of holding that baby in my arms in 8 weeks (or less), but I will certainly miss all of these small joys of pregnancy. I know I will quickly forget the reflux, insomnia and discomfort, but these small wonders will stay with me forever.
December 28, 2010
Cooking for today and for next week.
Enjoying the snow.
It’s been a good few days.
Looking forward to quite a few more!
December 27, 2010
…can seem to bring two fighting boys from this:
(notice Patrick licking the tears from his lip…let’s hope it was tears and not boogies…although, at 6, who knows?)
…in under a minute.
Thank goodness for Daddy!
December 24, 2010
December 23, 2010
The first morning of our winter break.
Can’t find Monkey Girl.
Check the basement.
Not playing xBox or Wii.
Check the playroom.
Not watching tv.
Where is she?
Sitting at the kitchen island, working on an old math workbook she found.
She’s too much.
December 21, 2010
So, there are many people who are upset that we aren’t finding out the sex of the baby.
Some are jokingly upset.
Some, it truly makes anxious.
Yet, I believe that the most upset person was this woman on one of the pregnancy forums I visit online.
A woman I don’t even know.
She was adamant that we find out because if we don’t know the sex, we can’t definitively know the name of the child.
She said that we should be calling our baby by name right now, as it grows inside me, so that when it comes out, we can immediately call it by name and it will know what is going on.
I’m sure that when the baby comes out, being able to say “Well, hello Stanley” or “Nice to finally see you, Doris” will make the baby forget that it has just been surgically removed from it’s warm happy place, held upside down, given a little smack under bright lights, and then been poked and prodded within an inch of it’s life.
Hearing the name will help the baby say, “Oh…thank God! This was all a little disconcerting, but now that you’ve called me by name, it suddenly all makes sense!”
We’ll pick a name for either sex.
We’ll find out the sex when the baby arrives.
Lady, go get upset about someone else’s choices.
‘Cuz we’re doing fine.
December 20, 2010
‘Tis the season to be plotting.
Shushing each other when someone walks into the room.
Walked into the living room and the voices immediately quieted from these three who had their heads together.
Obviously planning something.
Let’s just hope they were using their powers for good and not evil.
December 19, 2010
So, about a month ago, Monkey Girl’s Nintendo DS Lite disappeared.
We’ve been looking for it ever since.
This week alone, we’ve thrown away 6 bags of broken toys and trash looking for this thing.
We have turned the house (and cars) upside down and inside out in the search.
The reigning theory was that my mother moved it when she was here “straightening up.”
However, Real Man proposed that perhaps Monkey in the Middle probably hid it from his brother, and forgot where he put it.
And now forgets that he even hid it.
This theory was solidified yesterday when I asked him where a different toy was and he pulled it from the couch cushions.
“Did you put that there on purpose?” I asked.
“Yep,” he replied. “I was afraid Baby Monkey would play with it.”
Hmmm…so, the plot thickened.
However, it was just yesterday that we also realized that the game case that has ALL of the DS games in it is ALSO missing.
So, I’m working on a new theory.
I think we went somewhere we were going to have to be for awhile and we packed the DS and the game case, and now they are together, somewhere, in a bag.
Or, they’ve been thrown away.
Anyway, I’m starting to wonder if perhaps it wasn’t ME who moved it in a bag we took somewhere.
At this point, it doesn’t matter.
I’m obsessing about it. I can’t be in a room without doing a visual scan, like you’d see in some Sci-Fi movie.
The room becomes a grid in my mind, and instead of ultraviolet light or heat lighting up my night vision, it is a small electronic toy that I am scanning for.
And never find.