Random crap
We are supposed to close on our house on Friday. Cross your fingers the sale goes through. We’ve been signing and notarizing and overnighting documents this week – felt like old times but no one had to sign perfectly legibly. And I don’t have to get the secretary of state or foreign consulate involved.
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Sabrina is obsessed with puppies. She calls anything that isn’t mommy or daddy a puppy (and all puppies say meow) but real puppies get her all excited. (Jamie – she is in heaven with the Edie photos on your blog.) She got a stuffed puppy for Christmas and discovered it again last week. It has been with her constantly. Of course every time I try to snap a photo I get the back of her head so this on is the best I could do.
We can’t let her sleep with it because she will play with him and not go to sleep. She wakes up asking for her puppy.
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I was lying in bed yesterday morning. I wasn’t fully awake yet. I felt a nerve twitch (like you get in your eye from time to time?) in my stomach. And then I realized that it wasn’t a nerve twitch – those were little kicks. Most of the other movement I feel is rather ambiguous but that was pretty clear. Freaky, weird, and way cool.
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Steve is threatening to burn my favorite shirt. (Tonya don’t even comment on how many years old it is.) I don’t wear it out in public but it is so comfy I don’t want to give it up. I had a sweatshirt in slightly worse condition when we met and I did finally get rid of it. But I refuse to give up this denim shirt. Here is what he is complaining about:
The arrows of course are pointing out the holes. The next one didn’t seem like it needed an arrow. It is the other shoulder.
Who am I harming? Sabrina is too young to be embarrassed by me and I don’t leave the house in it.
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Sabrina refuses to learn new words. That’s okay – she will when she is ready. She’s been stuck on the same 4 or 5 words for 6 months. But she never, ever stops talking. It is non-sense but apparently it is very important non-sense because she talks from the moment she gets up in the morning until the moment she goes to bed. And she talks LOUDLY most of the time. I love hearing her talk to her toys and herself but man I wish there was a mute button sometimes. I’ve got a headache already this morning from her yelling. I try whispering to her – that used to quiet her down – but she has caught on to my trick and continues yelling. Anyone find another way to get a little one to use a quieter voice?
hahah aww! I love that Sabrina love my Edie! That is obviously an excuse for me to plaster her pictures on the blog even more. Everyone will be sick of her but I can say, “well Sabrina loves Edie so it’s okay!”
Love this post – I have a sweatshirt – the cuffs are hanging on by threads – it is so worn you can see through parts of it and it is OOOOGGGLLLAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! BUT
it is my comfort shirt – I love it and I will kill the pesron brave enough to try to dispose of it:)I also have a pair of PJ pants – I think they came from Old Navy – not sure -they are the softest jersy knit known to mankind- they are blue and have candy print all over them – I call them my “candy pants” – (typing that makes me laugh!)
Those pants are so worn – well lets just say – some days – I look back to see if I walked right out of them and left them behind me;)
I say who cares – If we like our comfy stuff – leave us alone!
The volume thing is an issue with three of my kids – one if 12, one is 2 and the other is 9 months old.
I am at a loss for that one – but TOTALLY open to suggestions:)
Bring on the mute button;)
Julia:)
Maybe you should teach Sabrina the finer points of “indoor voices”. You forget, I have actually heard you use this term.
oh
my
gosh
Steve:
NOOOOOOOOOOO.
(emma is just this past week or so using more words. I like it …. and I dont 🙂 she now tattles on me. as in MAMA CAKE)
Where can I get a shirt like that? Looks perfect to me!
I LOVE those kids of shirts!!
If you get any good ideas about yelling let me know
Cerah has started SCREAMING very loudly and I can’t get her to stop. I guess Derek laughing at her and egging her o n doesn’t help:)
Have a good day…good luck with the house..
Congrats on thte little kicks:)
Congrats on the little kicks!! That is the best feeling in the world, isn’t it!! I always thought it would freak me out, but from the first time I felt him move I LOVED it, and I missed it once I gave birth.
Where are pictures of the little guy. Come on one ultrasound!!!!!!!
Take the shirt, say a prayer and BURN IT as an offering to the fashion police. You just never know when George Clooney is going to come knocking on your door and I guarantee if he ever did, you would be wearing THAT shirt, and is that really how you want to meet George?
Treat yourself to a new favorite. You’ve earned it.
Sweet Jesus, that shirt is BAD. And it looks like it was a freebie in the first place (unless you actually ENJOY dancing corporate logos)
I shouldn’t talk. You should see how fucked up my winter coat is. The buttons are all gone and the lining is ripped to shreds.
And she loves puppies!! How sweet! 🙂
Ha! I wish I knew a way to quiet them down….Anna does the same thing. She only has 2 words she uses consistantly then she just babbles and SCREAMS the rest of the time!!!!! BTW, I think this is a girl thing b/c Grant never got into that nonsense!
Yea, I vote the shirt out! LOL 🙂
YIPPEE on the little bean’s kicks!!! How exciting!
Frankly, I am disappointed that Sabrina is onto the dog. I was quite fond of the tissue box. I think we have about ten of that same dog kicking around here if she looses it I can hook you up.
Yeah on baby kicks. They are fun now—until they start to kick like they mean it!
Reese doesn’t have a ton of words either. He prefers to whine………..I’d rather listen to loud talking. Any ideas on how to get rid of the whine??
Ooooh-this post makes me long for my lamby jammies. They were pj bottoms with counting sheep on them. I got them when Ally McBeal was still on the air and she had a set. That tells you how old they were. Anyway-DH hated them, there was a small hole in the butt that go bigger and bigger until one day I bent over to pick up Mackenzie and they split entirely. Not only was that the day I decided to throw them away but it was also the day I called Weight Watchers. When you actually split your pants it’s time to let the professionals step in.
Oh Lord girl that shirt is something – don’t your shoulders get cold?
And I love the babbling too – maybe you could get a video up of her talking – someone asked me to do it, and as soon as I get him to sit still for five minutes I’ll try.
Hey, if the shirt is comfy wear it. My “around the house” wardrobe is un-matching jammies and sweat pants with holes in them.
YAY FOR LITTLE KICKS!!!!!!!!!
That is wonderful, Michelle! God bless.
hahaha, I resemble that post. I am keeping mine too. I had a polo shirt I loved. When people came over I had to go change because my bra and tummy were peeking out all over the place. I was out in the garden last summer when Erics Aunt and Uncle came over -I bolted into the house to change it.
I hope all goes well with the house. Try not to stress over it, I’m sure it will work out. Keep the comfy shirt, there is nothing like some comfy clothes, especially in winter.
Sabrina might be too young for this but you might try it when she gets older. I used to babysit my cousins kids 3 and 5 (at the time) and we would play the “quiet game”. They loved this. I usually did it around bedtime to get them to calm down and it settled them right down for bed. It probably works better when there are two competing to win but you will have that soon enough. The point of the game is who can stay quiet the longest. This always worked at bedtime for me but as they grew they started making up all these rules and that just changed everything. They still talk about that game and they are 19 and 17 now.
LOL, all my kids talk *alot*. Some days I want to mute them all, or morph myself into a mental institute. :p
Keep the shirt, I have a few like it too.