Thursday, March 26, 2009

How I'm Feeling...

Lately I've been wondering why it is that when you are pregnant, people feel free to comment on your size and appearance in ways that are clearly rude. For instance, if I had put on 30 pounds in the last few months simply from eating too much, people might talk about me, but I doubt they would come up and say, "Wow, look at you!! What have you been eating? You're huge!!" Common sense dictates that would be incredibly rude, and the majority of people would keep their thoughts to themselves.

Yet, when you are pregnant, it seems all bets are off. People who don't even know you feel very comfortable calling out, "You're going to have that baby any day, aren't you?" (Yes, this happened to me). In my experience, telling these people that no, in fact, you have a month or two left just makes them incredulous. "Oh, no, you won't make it that long!!!" they insist (Yes, this has happened to me numerous times throughout both pregnancies). I am not surprised if one of my six-year-old Primary kids tells Mom, "My teacher is about to pop!" But I am still slightly shocked when the Mom passes the message on to me!

Can't we just declare an official ban on telling pregnant women how big they are? Maybe some women, such as those who are ordinarily extremely skinny, like to be told they are huge, but I am NOT one of them. I think it is just as rude to tell an expecting mother she's fat as it is to say it to anyone else. Never mind the fact that she might also be experiencing: extreme fatigue, terrible backaches, leg cramps even though she's getting plenty of calcium, killer heartburn, shortness of breath and congestion resulting in buzz-saw-like snoring, frequent trips to the bathroom, and any other number of fun pregnancy symptoms (i.e., I also drool big time when I try to sleep-- but only when I'm pregnant. What's up with THAT?). I say, if you feel you must comment on a pregnant lady's appearance, say something kind, such as, "Wow! You look beautiful!"

Having said all that, I am sharing some entertaining photos of me, from last week. I should have had Daddy-O take a full-length side shot, because it really is kind of funny how much my belly protrudes... until I remember, that even after the baby's out, I will still have all that stretched out skin. And remember, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!!!!!


This is weird, because in this shot my face is what looks the fattest!

"Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?"

Looking like Octo-Mom, sans the collagen lips...

Finally, an almost decent shot!


Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Page Three


Daddy-O took these adorable pictures of Kiddo after Church a few weeks ago, and I got such a kick out of them that I was inspired to attempt another scrapbook page. With SO many photos on one page, I had to use 12x12 paper, and felt I should keep it really simple. All I used for embellishments were some Hobby Lobby Cardstock, Paper Studio star brads, CTMH acrylic stamps and ink pads. The only problem is that I don't have any 12x12 page protectors yet... someday... This page may be too simple, but oh well. The real point is the photos, right?

The journaling reads: "Lately you've been telling me that you are not cute or handsome, but I have to disagree. Whether you're being silly or serious, you are one handsome boy!"

And it is so true. Kiddo came in the room when all I had done was the title and wanted to know what I was doing. He read "So Handsome" and smiled. So I asked him, "Who is 'so handsome?'"

"Daddy!" he answered.

"Yes," I replied. "He's handsome, too!"

Kiddo frowned and insisted, "I am NOT handsome!"

How would he describe himself? "Magnificent." So, it's definitely not a matter of low self-esteem! :)

My, How He's Grown!


St. Patrick's Day, 2007


St. Patrick's Day, 2009

Monday, March 16, 2009

Cute, but not cute enough to tempt Kiddo

Kiddo may be a smarty-pants, but he is also extremely stubborn. He still has very, very little interest in using the potty. I thought he might be scared to sit on the big potty, and we recently discovered that our hand-me-down kid-size potty was missing an essential piece, so we went in search of a new potty while Kiddo was with his Gobby. We found this, which I think may be the cutest potty I have ever seen:

As you can see, when we first got it, he was pretty excited about it. He really likes that it's a frog. For a few months, we've been reading LOTS of books to him about kids using the potty, so he was sort of interested to sit on it (fully clothed, mind you) and read.

Then, quite suddenly, he was back to zero interest.

I am at a loss. I know they say not to pressure the child and stress him out, but he'll be 3 in June and I really was hoping that he'd be done with diapers before his little brother comes. I think I should have tried this a year ago, when he actually would tell us that he needed a new diaper. I think he would have been a lot more cooperative. Now he tries to hide it, in hopes that we'll leave him alone!

I've also tried asking him if he'd like to go get some big-boy underpants with Thomas the Tank Engine or Lightning McQueen on them, because he's insisting that he's NOT little anymore. He's BIG. However, he wants "Jay-Jay the Jet Plane underwear," which I don't think even exist. Jay-Jay is a character from a board book someone gave him long ago.

Any ideas? Oh, and he's NOT afraid of the flush. He LOVES to flush the toilet, so that's not his hang-up.

I couldn't help myself. I just had to...

Okay, so I know that this looks extremely prideful, but it's also so stinkin' cute! When I saw this shirt at Target was in his size and now under $5, I couldn't resist. I also really love the color with his complexion. Kiddo likes it, too-- he'd like to wear it to bed as well. Perhaps it's no coincidence, though, that the shirt he wanted most features Pigpen and says "I Blame My Parents."

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Something to look forward to...


We've explained to Kiddo that, at certain ages, you reach milestones. For example, when he is eight, he can be baptized. Because he is so fascinated by the Sacrament (communion), we've told him he'll be able to pass it when he's 12, and to bless it when he's 16. In many states, he'll be able to drive at 16. And, of course, he can vote when he turns 18 (a presidential election year, even). Occasionally he asks us what will happen when he reaches some random age, like 6 or 15. Sometimes I make things up, and sometimes I admit that I just don't know.

Last night, he called out to me in the kitchen, "What will happen when I turn nine years old?"

"I don't know," I answered. "What do you think will happen when you turn 9?"

"I will have a mustache!" he replied. This is an idea he got from his Daddy... don't ask me.

Today, after lunch, he announced, "When I turn nine, I will have a baldy head." Not sure I heard him correctly, I asked him to repeat and he said it again. Then he added, "When I am nine, I will also have a jet plane."

So I guess he's got some big plans for 2015. I'm looking forward to seeing if it all works out for him! :) Crazy, crazy Kiddo!