Pokey Outy

This is my university educated brain on sleep deprivation and pregnancy:

"Hey look, my belly is all pokey outy now!"

Pickle

Lauren has nicknamed her sibling to be, "Pickle".

C & I have no idea where the inspiration for this came from. She doesn't like to eat pickles, and she rarely sees me or C eating them. In fact the last jar I bought was many months ago and I gave it away before it was finished.

Whatever brought it on, it's very cute, and I like it.

Three and a half!

Lauren has been three and a half for one month now and is fully enjoying the promotion from when she was "just" three.

The other night I noticed that she can now reach her head under the tap in the bathroom sink to take sips of water (while standing on her bench). To which she explained proudly, "That's because I'm three and a half. When I was three I couldn't reach, but now I can."

She is also looking forward to being a big sister when she's four.

Simple pleasure # 6

Sunshine!

I'm tired from an restless nights sleep, my neck is sore from the pillows being propped too high and my sinus has flared up. But, it's a beautiful day and the sun is shining.

Morbid Monday

I was stopped at a red light at the end of my street this morning when a hearse pulled up behind. It then followd me along the main street for two blocks before pulling into the parking lot of the funeral home.

A little too morbid for me at 7:45 on a Monday morning. 

Five

Well husband of mine. I blinked and we've reached another milestone.

Maybe not as impressive a number as lucky 13, but 5 years married is definitely worth acknowledging. And we've come a long way baby.

We've gained some new skills - in work and play; we're approaching the light at the end of the home reno tunnel - sort of; we've got a healthy & happy little girl - absolutely; and we're fortunate to be welcoming a new addition in a few months - hooray!

This calls for a celebration. The reservations are made, the babysitter is ready and the bags are almost packed. Date weekend here we come!

Thanks again for a grand ol' time. The future, as always, looks bright.

xox

Party pooped

You know it's been a busy birthday party season when you've attended 3 in 4 days and by the end of it your child asks, "So, who's party are we going to next?"