Two weeks before Mother’s Day my sister took the female children in our family out for a photo shoot. Her husband is a talented photographer, I would give you his info. but then you’d find out who I really am So if your in the Seattle Area and dying for a great photographer contact me and I’ll have him contact you. Here is my favorite…
I love having my sisters nearby, they will all be around for the “birthday” although some prefer to be in the waiting room.
So can you guess which of us is married (hopefully one is a given) which is a college co-ed and which just finished vet-assistant school, which is working on her masters and which are working on novels?
The answers in the next post.
Breakfast: Honey Nut Cheerios
Snack: Graham Crackers
2nd Snack: Snickers Bar
Lunch: Amy’s Organic Enchilada Meal
Snack: Kettle Chips and Pumpkin Pie with Lots of Whip-cream
2nd Snack: Grapes
Dinner: Stroganoff and Broccoli
Dessert: That is yet to be decided, I enjoy it more when the kids are in bed. I think I’ll go for the Haagen daz Almond and Chocolate dipped Ice Cream Bar.
Happy Eating Everyone! May you enjoy your food as much as I do mine!
I was up last night, silently crying for my brother who’s going through a life changing trial right now.
Although I’m not surprised by the latest family news, it really didn’t make it any easier when I lay my head on the pillow, in the dark silence, with all the thoughts allowed to run wild in my head.
What will happen to my brother. It is him who I worry about most. Will he come home to us? To his family that loves him no matter what and are ready to support him through this dark time in his life? Has it been such a long time away that he forgets we are here? Although he’s not one to talk. None of the men in my family are. It’s very frustrating.
I wish I could have good heart to heart talks with my brothers. My sisters all wear their hearts on their sleeves. There is no guessing involved.
If my brother was the type to listen, the type to respond to conversation, I would tell him that it’s going to be okay. It’s going to work out. We love him, we’re here for him. Please ask if you need something. Please don’t try to get through this alone.
And I know that it hurts and it will for a long, long time. But don’t let this make you bitter, my brother.
I love you so much. I want happiness for you.
I cry for you, and if you know the women in this family, you know we all do.
One of the “perks” of this pregnancy. I think it’s a sign I’m having a girl. My body seems to like carrying females better than males.
Males make them droop. Immediately. Within minutes of becoming pregnant.
This became clear with my first pregnancy.
I had always been on the smaller side. Nothing I ever complained about, I was a dancer, a B cup. They were perky. Sometimes I went without a bra and no one was the wiser. About three months before my wedding they grew a whole cup size. I was very pleased. I was the proud owner of C cups and still they could stand on their own.
My new husband and I had all the eagerness to start a family quickly and 1 and 1/2 months after our wedding the stick said positive. And my lovely girls drooped. IMMEDIATELY. I’m not kidding. It was a sad and weird time for my body. No one warned me that would happen. And after nursing Buster for 9 months they never returned.
Until I became pregnant with Missy. They re-inflated, and were as beautiful as ever. I loved being pregnant with my girl. My skin cleared, I didn’t get the back fat I had with Buster, and the “girls” were fun to have around again. I’m just saying.
Well I don’t have to tell you that Bubba came along and they left again. I thought maybe it was a fluke. We chose not to know the gender of the baby. But he came along and I began to notice the pattern.
All I’m saying is they’re back again. I’ve missed them. I know they won’t be around for long because I only have about 9 weeks left.
Saying goodbye will be hard.
I had weird scary dream about getting a bikini wax. If you’ve ever gotten one, maybe you know why I label it as a nightmare. It’s one of those experiences I don’t necessarily want to put myself through again.
On the other hand look at what I found in my inbox this morning…much better than a cup of coffee, in my opinion!
Enjoy it ladies. I’ll be there on opening night for sure. WHO’S WITH ME?
Hello.
I’m back.
I had a lovely vacation with the family last week. We went down to the OC and stayed with family. We took a couple of days for Disneyland. It was really nice. The weather was perfect, the beach was empty. And we survived both 19 hour car trips.
Other than that I’m growing more pregnant by the minute so my brain is still not very sharp. Friends and family assure me my facilities will return eventually.
So I’m actually multi-tasking at the moment. I’m on the phone with my Group that I chose to have the baby with. I don’t really love my Doctor so I’m negotiating a switch. It’s kind of an uncomfortable situation because I don’t mind trying someone else in the Group, I just don’t really like my Doctor…Why do I feel weird having high expectations when this woman will be birthing my possibly last child? I don’t know. I’m one of those people that never likes to bother the waiter, never complains about bad service, (although there was that one night I was trying to get the 7th Harry Potter book and Safeway closed early on me.) But I guess a Doctor should be different.
I’ve heard excellent things about midwives, but people, I’m just too far along to bend that way. Three children born the same way in the same situations, it helps a girl know what to expect.
So I finished my phone call. The staff was very accommodating and sweet which made me all the more embarrassed to be a hassle. But tomorrow I will meet with the new Doc. She’s older, wiser, and apparently always running late because she’s a good listener. Sounds more up my alley.
Wish me luck that I don’t run into the old one while I’m there. Talk about awkward!
This house is trying my patience.
The front door won’t shut.
It’s now duct taped closed and I will have to go out the garage.
I feel really safe and secure with duct tape holding it closed. Nobody’s going to get through that barricade.
Those who know me personally have heard me sigh about my 2 1/2 year old. Bubba.
How many mom’s have to say to their two year old “No throwing benches at your brother!”
Yes Bubba is the one I fear I may fail as a mother.
He has many charming qualities. A dimple that will take him far in life. Beautiful blue eyes, dark long lashes, dark hair.
He’s going to be tall, like his Uncle. And strong.
I’ve never seen a child start hitting at such an early age. I remember it started when he was 8 months old. And when he noticed his hitting me didn’t have any ill-effects, he would occasionally try to bite me.
Oh Bubba.
How one child can cause such turmoil in a family is amazing.
If he’s not terrorizing the dog he will move on to big sister, and then to whoever else may be nearby. He even takes on his big brother…who is 6, and very large. But like I said, he’ll pick up a bench to inflict pain.
The other two children tolerate most of his antics fairly well. Buster is sometimes amused, mostly annoyed. Missy tries to play nice with him but he always sends her screaming into my arms. I’ve had to teach her a few defense moves…but she doesn’t use them enough to intimidate him.
Mostly I’m tired. It’s hard to force a very strong 2 1/2year old into time out.
I think he’s too smart. He can smell weakness. It’s going to be interesting when I’m trying to nurse the new baby.
I’m sure many of you feel my pain when I tell you we’ve been sick since November.
We had puking on Thanksgiving, at Christmas, and of course Easter wouldn’t be complete without someone throwing up.
Buster has missed school for 5 DAYS. Bubba woke up with a fever. Missy was so dehydrated yesterday that I almost took her to the hospital.
It’s been crazy. And it’s not just me. They are dropping like flies throughout the school district. My part of the world would be wiped out if something as serious as the Bird Flu came here.
So that’s what has been happening. My kids haven’t left their beds or the couch in days. And I’m there maid.
I think of my blog and all the stuff I could whine about, but I’m just not into it. I’m not addicted to writing in this blog. I like that I have it. I like reading other blogs during a mid-day break…but I realize I’m just not that into it.
Besides, this seat is hard. My behind can’t handle the pressure for too long. And my shoulders get all tense when I stare at the screen for an extended amount of time.
Does anyone feel me on this one?
I’ll be back from time to time. Maybe once a week.
Health to you all!
Eve
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