Dear Daddy, or a Day in the Life of The Milk Monster.

Aren't I cute?



I'm starting to rethink smiling at you before you left for work. Mama's been bugging me for smiles now all day! I haven't let any more out. . . at least not while she's looking.

The bubbles in my tummy still haven't gone, so mama thought it would be a good idea to have some tummy time. You know how I feel about tummy time. Booooooooo. I was so mad I kicked once, then pushed once, and then my world turned upside down. I had no idea what was happening, but mom said I'd "rolled over." I rolled right onto my back 3 times in a row!

Then Mama read me Goodnight Moon 6 times in a row and Pat the Bunny a few times too. Then Mama decided that since I don't really speak English yet anyway, she may as well read me something else so we started in on Peter Pan.

That's about it so far today. I've had two naps, breakfast twice, lunch part 1, 1 costume change, more spit ups than anyone but you would care to know about. And don't worry, though mama did get the kitchen cleaned, took a shower, and made the bed, the pink laundry is still sitting exactly where you left it.


P.S. Auntie Trina took this pic of me after my baby blessing on Sunday. I wish my mom would have moved the bow so it wasn't sitting on top of my head like like that. Its really hard to look coy with a bow right on the top of my head.

Oh Heavens

Here's what you want to know:

Why is LJ such a sucky blogger?
1. Because her carpal tunnel she developed prior to delivery got worse not better after la nina came.
2. She's tired
3. She'd rather read your blogs than write her own.
4. She's been catching up on missed episodes of 18 kids and counting. Yes, I love quality tv. hahaha, but seriously, I'm fascinated by that family.

What the heck happened with that baby?
1. Baby's happy and healthy
2. Yes we had a c-section
3. The c-section was a walk in the freaking park compared to the 12 hours of serious labor before it. (Not counting those few hours where I couldn't feel anything anyway, why count that!)
4. Recovery from the c-section was also a walk in the park compared to the memory of those awful hours in labor. Most people get breaks in between their contractions. Despite my theory that my grandmother's 17 labors would make me a baby machine, it did not. I was not afforded breaks between contractions. Not a second. Not fun. And yes, my grandmother had 15 children, and 2 stillborn babies. Hence my fascination with previously mentioned quality television.
5. We are so blessed with incredibly supportive friends, family, ward members (that's code for friends in our churchy congregation). And we're doing well. Still trying to figure out how to do this baby thing, but couldn't be happier.
6. Here are some pics of the world's cutest baby
You should check them out.

Before and After. . .

Before, just a little bug. . .



After. . .





Welcome home little Maisie Lou.
Born one week ago at 7:23 AM.
8 lbs 3 oz and 21 inches long.


More stories to follow. We're madly in love.

Baby's due tomorrow!

I'd love to type up a little something, but my fingers get numb so fast all I can manage is a sentence or two.

We're:
excited
and ready
-ish.

:)

I feel like

Suddenly my nose has gained about 500lb.

Unfailing optimism?

“True contentment is a thing as active as agriculture. It is the power of getting out of any situation all that there is in it. It is arduous and it is rare.” -- G.K. Chesterton

I found this quote on someone else's blog. I think it was my happiness project blog. . . I think?

The second hottest weekend of my life. No babies involved.

Thank you for your sympathies the other day. I guess I failed to mention that most of the day was quite pleasant, which made the tears on the foot of the bed just that much more hormonal. ha!

So what is this second hottest weekend of my life? Also quite hillarious. And from several years ago you can be sure there will be no mention of babies. Except for the mention I just made.

Around here we don't get too many SUPER hot days, and since most of my days are spent in my air conditioned cubicle anyway, it doesn't much matter. But when we have a heat wave of several days in a row, our poor house just can't let go of the heat. That goes for our current house and also our previous presidential retreat.

This particular weekend consisted of first, attempting to go on a training hike but getting to the parking lot and quitting at something like 10 in the morning, and then spending the entire rest of the day floating in Julie's pool while following the shade of the pine trees. When the shade from the pine trees disappeared the three of us sat underneath the diving board. At some point we found ourselves at McDonalds, and someone's toe ended up in someone else's mouth.

WhAT?! That's sick LJ, don't make stuff like that up.

Ok, I won't.

I will say that fateful day was when we discovered one could order our very favorite fried rice to go. Thus ended the second hottest weekend of my life. And has forever blessed many other weekends of my life, as well as probably annoyed people when I sit behind them in the movie theater with my fried rice. Sorry, but not so much that I won't do it again.

In LOVE

with these shoes.

The hottest weekend of my life.

Yes it was over 100 degrees. But this was the first time I'd been in over 100 degrees while wearing a baby heater. After spending a great day at the temple, then at Julie's with bunches of friends from our churchy we arrived back at home in the late evening to a house that was still over 87 inside.

I ate ice cream
I took a cold shower (which turned into a hot shower as the water ran off of me)
I ate more homemade watermelon sorbet, which hubster made the night before
I drank hubster's iced DC
I tried to distract myself with the TV

And then David put up our miniature swamp cooler in our bedroom.

About 30 minutes later David found me lying at the edge of the bed in direct line of fire for the AC, stripped to near nothing-ness, tears falling down my face, because even though I could feel that the air was significantly cooler, I was still sweating like the pig I so often am these days. I could not cool down.

Hubsters made me go to bed (good thing). I woke up several hours later and discovered that there was something leaking from my former-outer-most-protrusions. Yuckiness. Boooooooo.

These are just some of the weird things that happen to this pregnant girl. You know things are bad when not even the TV can distract me.

Aren't these the cutest ever?????

I'd LOVE one. Click the link above to enter to win one yourself!